I don’t like Easter celebrations, but I like bunnies. So here’s my tribute to Dürer’s Hare.
When I was a child I used to drink birch juice a lot. My parents harvested it for me, but as a teenager I learned to cut the bark myself. You have to do this at the very beginning of spring before the green leaves appear. I liked watching the sap drip and I liked the taste. When fresh, it is a clear and uncolored liquid, often slightly sweet with a light silky texture.
But last week I saw the spirit of the birch tree in my dreams. If you don’t see his eyes it’s because it didn’t see them clearly myself. After the dream I started reconsidering my habit of birch juice drinking. though I read on the net that it’s not harmful for the tree. Well, the spirit looks very viril but maybe slightly reproachful. The red colour either shows his powers or he is Betula orientalis – the red birch:)
The concept of a time traveler:
Un uomo in una donna, anzi uno dioper la sua bocca parla,ond’io per ascoltarla
son fatto tal, che ma’ più sarò mio. (Michelangelo)
Some people think that when you break through and enter other dimensions you meet your ancestors or in any case some dead people or old souls. Terence McKenna was an advocate of this idea; also the shamans of the Amazon adhere to this notion. I have some other thoughts based on personal experiences.
I think these are your future descendants who you meet; they are time travelers from many centuries away. I have descendants, they will have their own, so some hundreds years later a young man will sit somewhere surrounded by transparent multiscreens. He will be fascinated by my art (I will be very famous in 500 years:), he is my distant descendant. As he is fond of me, he will decide to time-travel and visit me. The only possible way to do this without causing some damage or influencing the future (his present) is to enter my dreams. This is what he will do (and indeed does quite often). Being interested in my fate (and actually in the value of his inheritance as he owns quite a number of my pictures) he gives me tips how to draw better. These tips he gets from the old masters entering their dreams in the same way he enters mine.
In one of my dreams this week he finally revealed himself. Strange that they still have beards in 2519:)
I have started a new series of protecting animals. Here’s the first dog. And if it won’t protect your fiercely it will love you deeply:) The dog is modeled on one of Albrecht Dürer’s dogs. And I think that’s the way Dürer would have painted it if he had painted in water colours:)
I have finally managed to draw a fractal cat. After that it should be absolutely clear to everybody that I am a modern witch:)). Look at it from a distance and you will see just a spotted cat, look closer and you will even find my self-portrait (as a cat-witch naturally:). How many cats can you count? Black ones and white ones?
Has always wanted to redraw Leonardo’s self-portrait. As I think it is a pity that the world sees him as a very old man. Well, he used to be younger even if more than 500 years ago. And if you are worried about the copyright – I did ask his permission:)
Has always wanted to draw myself as a Venus. As every selfie – younger, taller, more attractive:))My thanks go to the sculptor of Venus de Milo.
I hope everybody knows the song by Leonard Cohen mentioned in the title. I don’t know about miracles, but a modern David finally visited me:)
It’s just a sketch. At the moment I am even afraid to touch him:)