Fall into my own arms
...en route to Finland...
We were fortunate enough to stay an extra day — meaning, no one else had booked for today. A month with the Rozens thus comes to an end, a particularly inspiring month. The third in a row — one month in Germany, one in Norway, and now in Sweden. The finale will be a month in Finland, where I will write the third part of the Brattlit collection.
(This reanimated photo from my teenage years makes me realize I actually had a bit of Prince in me back then. A tribute to Hakim Bey, one of the people who inspired me in this life.)
Jan Mankes is another. This work, The Lambs, is of course based on his. Mixed media, 2025. I am planning to do an entire series based on Mankes work.
Coming days my posts will be sparse, till i managed to sink into the Finnish silence.
One more poem:
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Morning
She opened the shutters,
draped the linen over the sill—
and saw the day.
A bird met her gaze.
Softly, she whispered,
"I am alone."
Then,
"I am alive."
She stepped inside.
The mirror, too, is a window—
If I were to leap from it,
I would fall into my own arms.
Yannis Ritsos / Martinus Benders
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Kind regards,
Martinus