"Only an insane person would date an artist because we are all slightly unhinged,"
he said to me one day.
I still can't believe that you are gone, you beautiful talented soul.
Thank you for your beautiful art and everything.
You will be forever in my heart.
(gouache on a photograph)
"You said it was a ghost story. It isn’t. It’s a love story."
~
"Same thing, really."
Yes, we may be hidden by rags, but we've something they'll never have.
ps: thank you again, now today tomorrow and always, xoxo
“[…]lovers who touch each other with words, whose contact with each other is made of words, and who can thus repeat themselves without end, marveling at the utterly banal, because their speech is not a language, but an idiom they share with no other, and because each gazes at themselves in the other’s gaze in a redoubling which goes from mirage to admiration.”
— Maurice Blanchot, from The Writing of the Disaster
