Espresso bar, 1962. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.
pomegranate, oils on 12 by 16 canvas, 2022
edit: the original painting has sold, but i sell prints on my website !!
true love is like the hardest work you'll ever do in your life.. I think there's this idea that if you're with the "right" person it will just be easy when in reality it might feel that way at first but once you both begin discovering each other's deepest weaknesses and ugly hidden parts that there will ensue an intense period of growth and work and healing as you attempt to cling to each other in a whirlwind of ego death so love can fill in.
and like at some point of course i think it should return to that feeling of ease but in a whole new meaningful way. because you've bared your soul and so have they and once you've seen and dealt with every part of someone in such a vulnerable way yet still can't help but love them even more (and they have done the same with you) I think that's when you know it's real. because truthfully we all have ugly unpleasant parts that we don't want others to see or experience especially our loved ones but when someone reaches out and touches that wound and still looks you in the eye and loves you completely you're like damn anything is possible now.
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
Still Life Vase with Roses, Vincent van Gogh
Date: 1890; Saint-rémy-de-provence, France