In the painting I created, I willingly considered only those who had inspired her and whom she admired, primarily, leaving the others because they belonged to her private sphere. I respect the life of Patti Smith, and the multiple departures of those who were so close to her, and whom she loved, could not
possibly become a subject for a painting
On the beach, our footprints fade.
Ephemeral traces so quickly smoothed by the tide
that rises and engulfs any dust of love, of friendship, of life.
Even the light of memory becomes cloudy,
flickers and goes out, in a mixed echo of distant trumpets and violins, that the prevailing wind of the Eternal Sea already carries away.
Only silence remains.
Trumpets, violins,
I hear them in the distance
And my skin emits a ray,
But I think it’s sad, it’s much too bad
That our friends can’t be with us today.
I’ve seen things… You people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate...
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
Time to die.