Blank

I grab my pain

It refrains in another body part

Does my mind poison my nerves?

Well, It occupies me

Not longer bored.

Forgot my thoughts

The only way to remain sane

My dear pain.

Jun 8
Been knocking on the wall, without answer, deep within I know…  Could not bear to face myself like this, hiding in the corner of a dark square , terrified of what was outside, the future and the past, A blur of fear, and lack of fate. Desperate sounds, like fists and feet, harming itself to the iron wall. Was screaming outside, exhausted, changed game, went away to drift out in the night, dancing slowly to empty tunes, like soft dunes brings me into comfort, still on the surface, helped by champagne and lack of appetite. Dancing in euphoria… still dancing, the moment is clear, but not myself, its a open space, the experience pour into infinity, moving on for a week or two, travel, plans, evenings, dinners, jobs, coffee, and people. Painting a grey landscape completely covered with details, to ground myself to some sort of reality, a mass of something concrete… ending outside the iron wall, once again, a last attempt to face myself and reconnect with truth.
Mar 25

Been knocking on the wall, without answer, deep within I know…  Could not bear to face myself like this, hiding in the corner of a dark square , terrified of what was outside, the future and the past, A blur of fear, and lack of fate. Desperate sounds, like fists and feet, harming itself to the iron wall. Was screaming outside, exhausted, changed game, went away to drift out in the night, dancing slowly to empty tunes, like soft dunes brings me into comfort, still on the surface, helped by champagne and lack of appetite. Dancing in euphoria… still dancing, the moment is clear, but not myself, its a open space, the experience pour into infinity, moving on for a week or two, travel, plans, evenings, dinners, jobs, coffee, and people. Painting a grey landscape completely covered with details, to ground myself to some sort of reality, a mass of something concrete… ending outside the iron wall, once again, a last attempt to face myself and reconnect with truth.

Spring Equinox, equal balance between dark and light, spring comes in with restorative energy so allow yourself to be in this transition mode, clean out your inner with mediation or creativity, let the winter go, let all that intensity, the cold, the tight, the crisp, release it. release your shoulders, your mind, your, dreams and fears, go back to your inner seed, take a moment there… it might be dark, dirty, dusty. Take all this  raw energy that streams in and let is swipe the dirt away.
Mar 20


Spring Equinox, equal balance between dark and light, spring comes in with restorative energy so allow yourself to be in this transition mode, clean out your inner with mediation or creativity, let the winter go, let all that intensity, the cold, the tight, the crisp, release it. release your shoulders, your mind, your, dreams and fears, go back to your inner seed, take a moment there… it might be dark, dirty, dusty. Take all this  raw energy that streams in and let is swipe the dirt away.

This place echoed my inner state, a crisp surface with a blue coloured content, like a though of stillness.

By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen
Mar 11

This place echoed my inner state, a crisp surface with a blue coloured content, like a though of stillness.

By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen

Who to trust?Man of lust. Or female rivality.Run around in circles  avoiding yourself, because you either attract or detach. The only thing you your searching for is contact, regardless.
A unity in humanity.



By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen
Mar 9

Who to trust?
Man of lust.
Or female rivality.
Run around in circles  avoiding yourself, because you either attract or detach.
The only thing you your searching for is contact, regardless.

A unity in humanity.

By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen

A Party in Tokyo. A women wear stars around here eyes…. or maybe its a man… maybe I am a man? “Oh you see, I will forever be… you captured me. I’m in the spotlight, I’m in focus I am….not alone”By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen
Mar 8

A Party in Tokyo. A women wear stars around here eyes…. or maybe its a man… maybe I am a man? “Oh you see, I will forever be… you captured me. I’m in the spotlight, I’m in focus
I am….not alone”


By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen

Mar 7

STRINGENT SERENITY


By Dorothea Barth-Jorgensen

PRESENT
Feb 27

PRESENT

Heading backwards, over fields,
times and memories, goes back, back, back,
distance is closer than the now, 
understands that I went to far that day, 
a day in my life when I was so focused on eliminate my nerves. 
I walked pass the sign of my life, went further down the road, 
Passed it again… 
View narrowed by circumstances that ate me from inside, organs after organs collapsed slowly… The frustration of being teared by the mind- I walked around on the street watching those tall bodies that floated around with structured clothing that fits in with rest of us, I see myself in that mud, I´m like you…  we all are filled with past stories that will cast shadows on our faces, wrinkle our soul…. It is all on the street, with empty gaze, grown ups… But my love for you grows when mind is imaging us all like children, innocent, open-minded and clean from routines and egos.
Feb 1

Heading backwards, over fields,

times and memories, goes back, back, back,

distance is closer than the now,

understands that I went to far that day,

a day in my life when I was so focused on eliminate my nerves. 

I walked pass the sign of my life, went further down the road,

Passed it again…

View narrowed by circumstances that ate me from inside, organs after organs collapsed slowly… The frustration of being teared by the mind- I walked around on the street watching those tall bodies that floated around with structured clothing that fits in with rest of us, I see myself in that mud, I´m like you…  we all are filled with past stories that will cast shadows on our faces, wrinkle our soul…. It is all on the street, with empty gaze, grown ups… But my love for you grows when mind is imaging us all like children, innocent, open-minded and clean from routines and egos.

To care even if you see the back. The surface always has another layer… Now it is up to your senses to experience it, regardless how much the surface is manipulating your imagination, project their truth on you. Always follow your own truth and intuition, in the end when nothing else is left, it is all you have. 
Jan 12

To care even if you see the back. The surface always has another layer… Now it is up to your senses to experience it, regardless how much the surface is manipulating your imagination, project their truth on you. Always follow your own truth and intuition, in the end when nothing else is left, it is all you have