the Late paintings 5/06/2007

Nothing stimulates anymore -- what you see is ONLY what you see. No comment is made, no reaction is provoked, no intelligence is evident, thus no progress is presented. Be it a phrase that shall replace the over-loaded boredom I have been feeling..

Yet boredom seems to be only replaceable by even heavier boredom. A passionless heart conveys nothing but the mundane; and it's only to be accused of being heartless.

Bombyniciously I try to lighten up, for that it is in my blood as well as in my name... But it does not run in the family. Elaborating on the excessive nuisance, however, does.

Abandoned and impotent. My ignorance says it's fine.