THE PANTHER

From seeing the bars, his seeing is so exhausted
that it no longer holds anything anymore.
To him the world is bars, a hundred thousand
bars, and behind the bars, nothing.

The lithe swinging of that rhythmical easy stride
which circles down to the tiniest hub
is like a dance of energy around a point
in which a great will stands stunned and numb.

Only at times the curtains of the pupil rise
without a sound … then a shape enters,
slips though the tightened silence of the shoulders,
reaches the heart, and dies.

(Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Robert Bly)



Subject 2 × 1 cm, Aquarell
Paper 300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions 20 × 20 cm

Original
120 €
Print
25 €
1 of 10 prints in original size on Hahnemühle PhotoRag® 308 gsm