31 August 2013

said so

Butterflies everywhere!
Even at the dinner party,
People said so.

Yo! Wassup?

What do you mean ? from Matthijs_Vlot on Vimeo.

27 August 2013


I'm finally  
Using this paper which
I bought years ago.

26 August 2013

Tsunetomo Yamamoto

Tsunetomo Yamamoto was a Samerai warrior who died in the early part of the 18th century. He kept a journal and wrote:

'When I was young, I kept a "Diary of Regret' and tried to record my mistakes day by day, but there was never a day when I didn't have twenty or thirty entries. As there was no end to it, I gave up. Even today, when I think about the day's affairs after going to bed, there is never a day when I do not make some blunder in speaking or in some activity. Living without mistakes is truly impossible. But this is something that people who live by cleverness have no inclination to think about.'


25 August 2013


'Its the light of winter'
I say to no one-
August moon.

21 August 2013


This stinky village
Even it smells sweet when
The lavender's cut.

20 August 2013


All night long
A bewildered butterfly
Locked in my car.

18 August 2013


An ant 
Marks a page
Between love poems.

17 August 2013

16 August 2013


The distant smoke 
Is all that's left of 
The lavender field.

15 August 2013


First thing
Slapped by Mistral.

12 August 2013


Lost in circles
Over a drawing pad.
Me too, dear ant.

06 August 2013


The humid morning 
Sliced in half
By a butterfly.

05 August 2013


The correspondence between two great friends is a good read; inspiring especially for an often distraught painter whose only real pastime includes pondering thoughts of défenestration (the art of jumping out of windows and not surviving).

Their relationship spanned 50 some odd years which is really something special between two painters. Here is a loose translation of this small postcard from Marquet (in Morocco) to Matisse (in Collioure). This one made me smile.

My dear Matisse,

Lucky you to be so warm! Here we're freezing,.. well almost, at night we put on our overcoats. At the moment I am actually  in Tétouan where we arrived after 12 hours by horseback. My ass is like marmalade, but I'm becoming a rider of certain merit. No painting yet, I'll never become an orientalist. Be well.

03 August 2013


Watching me work
Fascinated with red,
White butterfly.