Dissonance.

What do you feel when you look up at the sky?

Knowledge. Astounding knowledge.

Everything, every single atom, is traceable. Right to the core of the most dangerous things of the universe. In an ever-lasting and incredibly chaotic reign of creation and destruction. The crucibles that cooked light elements into heavier elements.

So when I look up on the night sky,  I know that we are part of this universe,  we are in this universe. But perhaps, most important than these last two; is that the universe is in us.

Every pass of the brush has lead to this very creation. 

One achieved by so many generations of artists who gave their lives through their depiction of life and the so many psychological, theological, historical and phylosophical problems that brings with such adventurous yet introvertical odisseys.

Schiele, Klimt, Kokoshka. Schönberg. All created and consumed in one single predicament. Self depiction. The greatest of knowledge through the smallest of windows.

Windows like their paintings. A window in time.

I read how Schiele gave single word titles to his ouvrés, how he tried so hard to gain a deeper understanding of how both himself and the world worked. He kind of reminded me of myself. 

Of how I treat these “entries”.

Emancipation of Dissonance.

This time in Vienna has given me some spare room for life thoughts. 

I even talked to you. Got to laugh a bit with you and we reminded each other about the other one. How we miss each other. It’s amazing how even forcely separated and away we still grow together a bit more. 

Because if I could’ve known how I would consider things I wouldn’t even remotely have thought about before meeting you;

then all of those things would happen here.

My brush, my paint.

-horus;