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In memory of Mary Oliver and cherry blossoms
… And under the trees, beyond time´s brittle drift, I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast incredible gift. – Mary Oliver, Morning in a New Land Mary Oliver, American poet and my soul mentor, crossed the threshold yesterday Between the Worlds. Sunset has some deeper meaning for me. I cannot quite grasp it or capture it in words. Not yet. „What is worthy of the moments and sunrises ahead?“, I asked the old cherry tree in the vineyard. It did not blossom last year. Who else remembers the orgy…
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The Mystery and Soul of Wine
Tonight is one of those windy, unfriendly January nights in Northwestern Weinviertel and I am enjoying my solitude. The men are out of the house after these busy days of vine pruning. I decide to ignore – just for tonight – all „shoulds“ to reflect and be inspired for new paintings. I am drinking my personal antidepressive remedy, Rosa Deum Vintage 2017, Cuvee Barrique – Gewürztraminer with Grüner Veltliner – Limited Edition of 840 bottles and extreme selection (always by hand by every Seymann wine) in the vineyard. I love this vintage with least alcohol – 12.5% – of all vintages up to now. A white wine with the „wow…
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