Nach Sils,

“Nach Sils, abends bei Nietzsche.
Bejammernswerter Anblick.
Grossartiger Eindruck seines freien Geistes,
seiner Bildersprache.
Schnee und Winterwind.
Er hat nicht geschlafen,
ist aber frisch wie ein Jüngling.
Welch sonniger, herrlicher Tag!”

Aus dem Tagebuch Heinrich von Steins (1857-1887)

zie: Running around in circles
zie: Rosa Pimpinellifolia


Halbinsel Chastè in Silsersee near Sils-Maria
(“Here my muses live…”)

On the capacity to be little:

One must be as close to flowers, grasses and butterflies as a child,
who does not tower over them.
By contrast, we adults have grown too big for these things:
we must descend and condescend to them.
I think that all the while we are declaring our love to the grasses
they must be h a t i n g  us.-
Whoever wants to partake of e v e r y t h i n g that is good
must at the given hour know how to be little.

Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human.

zie: Bindweed
zie: The Grass
zie: A walk along the Lake Silvaplana


Geschützte Pflanzen at Travelogue (detail) 2010/2011
pencil/ink on paper 152 x 1000 cm.

zie: Purple  Foxgloves
zie: Foxgloves and Snapdragons

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