No, I do not regret nothing.
Ein Auszug aus dem Briefwechsel mit Boston, den ich wieder aufgenommen habe.
i guess there is a reason for becoming an artist.
it is like laughing.
you laugh, because you have no other means to deal with the situation.
it is like crying.
you cry, because you have no other means to deal with the situation.
you are going through a time that is more horrible, more beautiful, more imcomprehensible than anything you ever faced before.
you have no other means to deal with the situation.
that's how art started for me.
that's maybe also, why artists devalue (for themselves) those works, which they have been producing in a phase of depression, or even want to destruct, to discreate them;
because they devalue themselves.
this phase being an incredibly productive, invaluable way - even if just as painful and seemingly unbearable - of forming your character, of developing your personality, taking you further,
instead of further off.
and in the end these works - sometimes - are the most celebrated, most crucial ones.
mfg
And what is simple in the moon light
by the morning never is
7 Stunden Mondbaden kann da schon einen Unterschied machen.
