Because all what we have is now
Artist is always alone, like submarine in deep sea. But sometimes we can make radio communications to others, and we get response, even though it may be garbled, messed up information.
But for a brief moment, we can make out the signal, separate it from the noise, hear the code that makes some sense.
To be not alone, it’s crazy dream. But isn’t it the only reason there is hope.. to get a ping back, echo from the deep
The bird asks the frog,
what do you know about flying,
about the way how wind can hurt?
This is for the toad that we remember,
when our webbed feet bleed
for the person who locked his door
with his empty words in North Point
For the hope that exists in the world of no hope,
I say no more
until my son meets his frog
Anteeksi is a finnish word which means “Sorry.”
I’ve always liked the sound of it. It’s apologetic but also beautiful and elegant, the word just flows naturally. I used to know a design studio in Helsinki by Japanese designer which used that name, which I thought was interesting.
I’ve always thought that just before I die, I would like to say this word.
It’s not sentimental, but functional word. I want to say sorry for the world for taking my weight.
I found beautiful photo essay by MaYa Sinji Jung 鄭信智 in JPGMag. http://jpgmag.com/stories/18598
Reading it brought tears to my eyes.
She writes lines like “None of the birds fly without the weight.” and “Freedom, and peace should have buried next to the cat you killed.”
Her beautiful self portraits do excellent justice for her poetry.