Trees heavy with white snow outside my window. Soft snowflakes falling. It is beautiful in a true sense of Beauty, all the different aspects of beauty, all the different forms of beauty that nature gives to us endlessly, from moment to moment. In my left hand I`m holding a white cloth pressed against my left nostril where red blood is pouring out. I know that I`m alive and I love it. A day like this would be nice to stay in bed, rest, recover energy and just let time go by, watching moment to moment from the peace within.
In past time, -68 for Harpers Bazaar with Bill King, time stood still for a moment, gazing into the camera holding golden time. I knew my life was precious even then but I did not know how to fully trust it and give it out from within. It was more like a hidden pearl within the heart. I was extremely shy…AND…I loved my life. I remember jumping around in the snow in Central Park together with Gerald Malaga, poet and part of the Andy Warhol gang that I hung out with from time to time. Then we would go ice skating at the skate rink in the park. It was great fun! With him I could be myself, young, shy and playful. Now my nose stopped bleeding and it`s time for me to go out, into the snow, into my day.