my childhood's experience on the "Schwäbische Alb" has influenced my joy with light blue skies, clouds like wings with feathers , the smell of cow dung, their mooing, the bleating of sheep , the evening call of the crows, the very green of meadows and fields, the feeling of stones in my hands, the often thin, brown harsh soil with its own varying aromas, the apple trees in blossom and the incredibly sweet scent of fresh hay, the summer rains and the frost in the forests, the odour of decaying apples on the ground, high plains and hills, rocks and caves.
but being upraised for part of my early youth in a kettle-like small town surrounded by hills and rocks, "Blaubeuren", enclosed in a small community, below the sky, has also produced an incredible desire to be away from all this, even away from the beautiful spring and river there , away from these people, away from humanity in general as far as possible.
a wish to be beyond control and not to be seen. an urge to develop on my own.
to stay there would have felt as if committing suicide.
and i followed this driving force for a long time, to the Northern plains, to other countries, in Europe, in Africa, in Italy, towards the sea and the light.
i conclude that the sensual experience of landscape and earth may form the mind and fire its engine so much more than i should have suspected .
these are just notes on stuff i am thinking about now...
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