my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



5/14/12

cold rainy day in april, i was putting modurit
in the leaves using them as molds, sculpturing
pine seeds, they were like petals, wood petals
if you know this kind 

process is so much more than what you get
by the end, and if you enjoy process and
forget anything else but this, something fine can
come out, 














i`ve been watching `the blind side` again,
big mike, leigh anne. silent strength, one t-shirt
in the plastic bag, folding linen after sleep, 
protecting.

3 comments:

  1. beautiful, tactile petals, olga
    i imagine addictive.
    and have you found
    a bay leaf in your soup?
    because there should be mail )

    x

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    1. not yet, dear xenia
      but i`ll be back home
      in five days - maybe its
      waiting for me there)
      you remembered)bay leaf

      and the seed one,
      you will feel it

      good night,

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  2. The best kind of story, showing love can truly overcome anything to change the world.

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olga.




olga