Night thoughts with the egg

He sits at a predetermined time at the empty garden table for an hour with the egg, the sign for birth, begin, not disturbed by anything.

But only waiting for the thought's arrival. Thoughts to everything that moved the mind, to find another view than that he knew.


Sinking in oneself, and connecting you with something which partly flown from far, partly hidden deep inside. And then wait, that these marry in and with yourself. Such is the mystic structure. My mind too it is pervading and then seeps as a dreamed image into the painting. I end it now. One could otherwise think of me as a mystical sectarian.

Night thoughts with the egg
Night thoughts with the egg No. 207 Size 24 x 47 cm