THE BLUE HORSE

THE BLUE HORSE is an ongoing series of photographs and poems created during wanderlusty times, a diary. It is about freedom and its limits and definition, wandering in search of secrets, the sky as roof, exploration impulses and wild grass. Horses are naturally blue, in such world. Some are tamed, some will always resist taming. And there is tremendous beauty in that freedom.

We take for granted
the dilemma of grace;
and grace itself,
like a fractured blacksmith,

tests our patience,
emerging from the sharp

— but quiet
landscape,

longing to taste

star sounds
in skulls.

That night I saw a woman
and a circle:

blooming blue unrest,
as if it were the evening before

life,

lying on its back.

grass

FREEDOM IS A BLUE FIRE NAMED VENUS

Horse

Liquid machinery of cells
holding back dust
where dogs go drink
after midnight

piles of bodies
and bodies, more bodies
on rock, golden

and shameless horses
at the front line
inspecting the island
— the space between the sun and

my nerves.

[ Lying in rosemary bush full of bees on Witches´ Mountain ]

1000px - Eva Wollenberg - The Blue Horse - meadow black

Virginal moments woven into the silent epidemic of time: you can finally let yourself feel the shape of your own narrative, explore the drive to launch your own private comets.

Leafy stroke and
dog muscles
on that sweet face of yours.

Frozen house

winter forest snow

Woman forest leaves

I am an equator throwing up armies
on beds of mythical proportions.
Legs are bitten by water horses,

no tangled reins
no,

these are free,
sweat in unison,

tight and clear as
the skyline’s journey
against my fertile jaw.

water sand

black forest glacial lake

OCULUS & THE SPRING
Volcanic waters
and everlasting horses
in my heart temple;
the skin: a poem.
Deep waters’ arrows
shatter the unkind and
kiss my forehead.

volcanic spring

Alnitak’s horse,
in the pulmonary ridge
of a white swarm,

licks
Heaven’s hands.

Snow mountain

Blottie contre terre,
repue des aléas de l’herbe
aux sabots et panses,
je contemple qui s’abat
l’abondant crépuscule
et m’enseigne du ciel.

grass wild woman

sky clouds

[ Leash burn and stallion rebellion ]

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All photographs are available as limited edition museum quality prints to collectors.