091109; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

091104; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

Green has long ago yielded for the reds, yellows and browns of autumn, and today the first snow is falling.

Recalling the last weeks or months, I find that I have spent quite some time teaching as well as learning from other people who, to some significant extent, live at the borders of language; be it by creative work (artists and writers), by neurophysical sufferings (people with dementia or autism), or by the cultivation of meditative experience – sometimes in combination, sometimes not.

Somehow, this seems relevant to the question whether there is a method to die.

two more drawings; graphite pencil on paper, ca 20 x 30 cms each

090917; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

In spring, the green of nature is bright, radiant. Today, when summer is already gone, it can be equally intense; no more the heavy shades of August, but translucent, almost transubstantial.

090910; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

090909; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

090908; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms