he deserves it. he amazed me today. in many ways. i went out to find me a place, where i will be able to think and draw. i need that space, where i can be creative. and it must not be my room. how am i to be creative in a closed in world? the inspiration doesn't come from within. it is outside of us. only interpretation lies within. that is the only thing, we could own. our way of seeing it. my way of devouring it.
so i found it. the place i will stay in sketching. next to the Church of Hallgrímur i was visiting.
this church is not, what i would call the achievement of the architecture.
it is a definition of the arhitecture.
simple structured, history quoting and following the function, but leaving space for anything more.
i was quite shocked when i entered. it is so clean. the lines are gothic streaming high to the sky and one can get the feeling this church can actually make it to heavens. it has nothing in it. nothing. only the glow, that comes from within of the walls. it is like, it's playing with the layers between spaces of shades and light. and the eye doesn't get tired. it rests in the subtle grainy structure of the walls. those take away the power of light and give it the sence of eternal flow. it is calming.
the stone felt warm for the first time in my life.
so i am a thinker today. a feeler. a sentinel. a man stating his love in every way possible. to the city, to the people here, to my dormitory, to my co-exchange students, to family, to friends and to those who am i friends with but never felt their energy in person.
i love, because....there is no reason.
there is just love...
so this is to you, my dear. to the worlds between shadows and light you drop on me.
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