tired.

it's all so hard to explain.

as I turn away I see a shadow.

and I take it as a warning.

but it's too late we've already fallen.

a red tail hawk kills a crow.

and I find her scarf in the rain.

your home lost forever.

or bells tolling over the hills.

there's no more time.

speak quickly and get out.

I guess it's ok to cry now.

and may you never hear this song again.

strain against this feeling.

but for how long?

what lies broken in the dark

remains so for now.

like a child or a fool I'll try again.

tomorrows or a candle almost gone.

but whispers are convincing.

and I fear the snow and rain.

sven.

tomorrow.

why have you traveled so far?

you know of what I speak.

do not waste my time.

the long night begins.

laughing I recall the night they came.

the faces and the voices.

the morning seemed so far away.

like some distant shore.

an angry woman speaks first.

then a child who knew best.

we will prevail against the gates of hell.

bitter are the fruits that were won.

as I awaken my head clears.

was it just a dream?

just a dream but for this scar.

I see a star and begin my journey.

sven.

home.

do the stars still shine?

does the night remember

the pain it brings?

a breeze blew softly.

a while now your older

and the time rolls on.

doesn't it always feel like this?

you will find a home someday.

the flowers in your garden look so lovely.

the kids play outside and can't see

the words you'll never speak.

and a dream that's never there.

like a ghost now leave me.

and take your keys and your bones.

but leave the memories behind.

and play on in your mind.

sven.

bird.

take me with you.

I'll be no burden to you.

if there's room on board your boat.

I won't say a word.

when will we be there?

I would love a drink.

I never knew there could be so many tears.

I never knew there could be so much pain.

stillness, are we even moving?

I promised not to speak.

but now I'm afraid.

and you are so silent.

queen of midnight.

your pale trembling hands.

reach for me now.

and all is silence.

sven.

ivan.

what lies beneath it all?

others think they speak.

they think they understand.

they think they know.

we are too deep.

we are too high.

maybe someday we'll breathe and share.

maybe someday the sun will shine again.

let's only walk and not talk.

put down your bag.

let go of everything.

and smile.

sven.

ivan bilibin illustration. russia 1928.

little one.

the pure and the humble

can bring me home again.

to the ends of the earth we've traveled

and then around the bend.

to find something in the foggy mists

or on some craggy mountain top.

to speak with those wiser than us,

who tell us we're not lost.

how we met in some forgotten place
and wept for joy of knowing
our sojourn had come to an end,
on golden roads of home and forever dreaming.
sven.

sunrise.

a super duper idea.

whichever you choose is all we need.

the roses are upstairs on your dresser

as morning slips by.

a hazy daizy afternoon

and too many crows to count.

if you're ever in monte clair, stop to say hello

and our lady in waiting cries herself to sleep.

our searching has ended?

only the stained glass is broken,

and a wind that blows through

will chill and steal the day.

sven.

everything turns out in the end, doesn't it?

here's what my hand made desk looks like lonely without dolly, who has now come back from data central with a clean bill of health! 

those of you who have been worried and sending cards and gifts for dolly can now stop. all is good in the tricky corner studio universe again.

all I can say is stop, stop, stop.

you've finished it all.

the draggy craggy tears and moaning

come to an end again.

move to the curtains

and push them aside.

a new dawn arising

and winter time coming.

the crows in the cemetery

can celebrate without us.

we have business in the city.

and a black car circles aimlessly.

how can you breath anymore?

how do you know which way to go?

there are no answers.

only a feeling and a book.

how long can the bow withstand this pressure?

the day light growing outside means something

but I can't remember where I left the key.

tell her I love her.

you only saw the bridge

and not the water underneath.

if I fell would you remember me like this?

what about the flowers floating near the shore?

sven.

in a new york state of mind.

from days gone by to today... 

news flash from the folk art front!

   times are tough here in tricky corner studio. dolly, my mac, was sent back to her maker, with a serious case of the hiccups. I believe the chap at data central mentioned her "memory".  memory? what's that? that doesn't sound good.

so this post is coming from my iphone. No idea how it looks. The pic is a really old drawing photographed and treated, with snap seed on my phone.

   

reaching.

so nice. like a cool breeze.
the feeling I get when I see you.
your hair and your face and all I see.
your heart beating in your chest.

we walked so long that night.
stopping often reaching for the stars.
the moon fills the sky.
thank heaven time has stopped.

and then it hits me.
we are really here in this place.
on a night like this nothing else matters.
and we'll never be here again.

the morning brings rain.
a rain like we've never seen.
the walls of this place weep.
and the stars hide their shame.

a name like no other.
on a day we can't remember.
if it's always gonna be like this,
take me home another way.
sven.






san francisco california

evening.

may your evening be blessed with peace.

may the air be calm around you.

may your loved ones be home safe.

and your varmints too I guess.

sven.

through the fair.

I go through the fair again. I see many 

weird and wonderful things, 

like these deep frozen snackoid things, cool.

in the wonderful old cattle barn I see this majestic 'sunbolt'.

we see a lot of music in our travels.

...and lots of cool lights.

robert randolph & the family band.

we see mini donut scientists.

and most of all, lots and lots of people.

almost gone.

 

almost gone, like a life well lived,

and through the night forever.

like two people who never meet,

can know each other in their sleep.

as a river flowing your way,

you and all you do the same.

or of birds who sing in darkness,

and trees who call your name.

the breath of summer almost gone,

and no more nights like this one.

as we settle our debts and turn once more,

to winter's kiss awaiting.

sven.