Tag: writing

• July 11, 2026

  Falling in love with a painting

  Three figures, all children, walking through a desolate marshland. It barely is spring, the snow drops on the wounded angel seem to tell us. Drab clothes for all, men clothes for the boys, muted pearly white for the angel, unbelievably clean for the wounds, for the dragging. The black of the hatted boy’s jacket seems…