" A Klee drawing named “Angelus Novus” shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress". Walter Benjamin.

Art was the great subject / aim of WB!

Great quotation, Steve! Love it!

Thanks for fave, .t.a.o.n.!

les pieds liés à leur encre de boue...
beau !

Merci à toi comme toujours, chère Anna!

Les anges n'ont pas d'autres ailes que celles rêvés par les hommes, Armando.

Je suis un homme :la tête dans les étoiles et les pieds dans la boue , mais debout !

..."la tête dans les étoiles et les pieds dans la boue" c'est ta image, Lionel...nous sommes d'accord que "l'infini n'est pas une destination / ni route / ni chemin"...

Through your page I can understand what you say. You are so sensitive, open mind and poet as myself. I can read your words through your photos, Jerri. Thanks from the heart!

...malhareusement, nit un but, Agatha...c'est simplement une abstraction mathématique...merci à toi...