In the Air Berlin-New York, February 15, 1996

It is strange today how the water seems to melt with the clouds. Everything seems so flat from above here. The clouds are like a big carpet, a pattern over the bluish silver surface of the grand mirror. A mirror that doesn't reflect anymore and still it throws back light onto the clouds. They seem a little bit like snow, like huge snow flakes slowly dripping into a blue pot of color were the pigments are not quite dissolved yet. The sky is without any orientation, I like to look at the endless monochromes nature creates. They are never really monochromes but it feels a little bit as if. But in reality once you look there are thousand and zillions of colors, just amazing but....if you track it down to the essence it is basically maybe a mixture in subtle undertones of white, yellow and blue. If I was a painter I would want to throw my materials away....Nature is so strong, dares to be kitschy, without being unbearable, dares to be endlessly beautiful, without being provocative or stupid...seeing nature always makes me very timid, I think the desire for art is urban the desire for nature though is human and makes art seem so small, so nothing. And this is what I am writing while I am in an airplane, looking down to the sea and my seat creates as much pollution as if I was driving a car for one year. Maybe I am really stupid...The food was good... very natural and healthy: steamed carrots spinach and zucchini with asparagus and salad. While I am giving a text treat to my Hermes Baby I am thinking about flowers that I haven't seen in a while. I would really love to sit now on green grass watching the flowers grow and listen to the sound of water, those things can tell you so much more about life than bloody computers. There is this big conflict that I live, back to the roots and forward. Maybe forward means back, (how was that: back to the future or so) depending from were you see it.