I found the girl once again trying to climb into the canvas, this time with various brushstrokes that goes into various directions. I followed her, as if she was luring me deeper into her own world, only to then consume me like a female spider does after copulating with a male spider. I become part of the art, consumed art, art consumed. She had a yellow dress on, my favourite colour. The yellow dress reminded me of a very distant dream, one in which a girl with a yellow dress ran deeper into a pure white field. Wild grasses, dandelions, white wildflowers. She fell into the pure whiteness, dandelions consuming her, the wild grasses flowing like water over her, and the smell of a thousand white flowers coated her. As she stood up, she became part of the landscape, she became the clouds, the new flowers, she became nature.

While art tries to imitate nature, she transposed nature on the canvas, and now she lured me deeper into her trap so that I could also become art, nature, paint on canvas. We walked through galleries and galleries, picking artworks that suited her eye, only to then place everything together in such a strange combination that I could not fathom what her intentions were. Yet I did not care as my desire to become her artwork overwhelmed me. And I gave in, as my world became one with her yellow dress.

I took a couple of photographs, in my now “reverse-portrait” style. The girl looked at the art, while I looked at her. A girl in a yellow dress, looking at art, contemplating the meaning of life. I hope that you enjoy these photographs and some poetry that I intersperse between the photographs. Without further ado…