The mountain fortress

The Painting

I stare into the distance
the mind's eye travelling far beyond
The visions of worlds seen unseen
beautiful and strange

The mountains call me into their fold
Blue horizons with twinkling lights far below
Life as we know...

I feel the wildflowers dance with the bees
I feel the sun firing up a riot of gold
- saying goodbye
I feel the freshness of the morning breeze
and the first rays of the sun...

I feel all this — but I am not there.
I stare at the blank paper
praying that my hands can put down my dreams ...
and in doing so, let me live
a tiny bit of those ...

— quasi
4-10-2020

A sunset, only in the mind's eye

“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.”
— Aristotle


A glorious sunset ... in the mind's eye. The lockdown is making me yearn for the open spaces. Sketch on the iPad in Procreate.

Across the valley

“Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.'”
— Isaac Asimov

A Room

Nothing to do.