:03:23
There was to be no more painting interiors
now, people reading and knitting
:03:29
but living people who breathe,
feel, suffer and love.
:04:03
She closes her eyes and listens
:04:07
to the words he whispers
into her long hair.
:04:11
I'd depict it as I saw it now,
but in the blue haze.
:04:16
I remember something Munch
once said a couple of years ago.
:04:24
He had discovered that the Greeks
regarded death as blue.
:04:31
It says somewhere in The Iliad,
"Blue death closes his eyes."
:04:38
"Here in the grey gloomy North,"
Munch said,
:04:42
"we regard death as black.
But in sunny Hellas
:04:48
"they regard it as blue.
Why shouldn't it be blue?"