A page is torn and cannot be mended, but this page that is imperfect withholds in it a unique beauty, as if it was meant to be. You are meant to be as I am meant to be; we were meant to be, as this page is meant to be – perfect in all our imperfections. It was no coincidence that I should illustrate our imperfections on this piece of paper. I was attempting to bring you something pure, elusive and unearthly. I love you.
Copyright © Joanne Bergenwall Aw
Friday, 18 December 2009
November Things
Being born in the most hated month in Sweden, the wet cold November rain and creepy darkness can get to everyone. Thus, you would have to entertain yourself with the morbid side of things and overcome all odds organically.
:: Frost
The train tracks turned evidently white this morning but the zebra crossings started to fade. The sun beams through very once in a while, not more not less. Frost - creating new kinds of texture and light. Little by little; thread by thread, we sew the lukewarm readiness we need for winter, just like when I needed you and when you needed me.
Copyright © Joanne Bergenwall Aw
:: Frost
The train tracks turned evidently white this morning but the zebra crossings started to fade. The sun beams through very once in a while, not more not less. Frost - creating new kinds of texture and light. Little by little; thread by thread, we sew the lukewarm readiness we need for winter, just like when I needed you and when you needed me.
Copyright © Joanne Bergenwall Aw
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