Nuremberg, by Anselm Kiefer here, is my idea of life in its reality: overgrown, messy, sticky, but in the final analysis, quite satisfying in its untidiness.
Reflection
2:27pm friday, 24th june
I see a plate of old spaghetti.
an abiding dude
6:17pm friday, 15th july
Think of it as a field...you HAVE to plant seeds and enrich them to grow...letting it go will turn into the harshness...when it's in bloom...pick your harvest...and smoke it.
Reflection
an abiding dude