painting egg’s shells

by walterdoege

time passage…my hourglasses show…the narrow way where the sand strickling from the upper to the lower compartment…as from the past to the present…futures seems to me as wishes and possiblities of reinvention…from traditional task related to Easter party…it was a party fro me, and still remains a party…I don’t search for the hidden chocolat eggs, but I choose to paint some eggs’s shells with colorful themes…I will give them for the children, and for some close friends…and get with me some of them…one of them is some rainbow colorful, naive tonality, and it seems I painted some boat sailing a river…some pink boat in a blue river…the river flows to futures, as the love river flows…roll on, loving river, roll on…roll on river of sand, river of time…time seems the sand flowing from the upper site to the lower glass site…all my glasshour timer don’t time the time…time is countless…the glasshour are so beautiful…somehow, when I can stand near the one hour glasshour timer, and fix my attention, one hour seems a countless fiction…but without fiction, without some little portion of imagination, and good wil, and good labor… how to live a joyous life?