Bartel D: so it's time to clean up my head
Bartel D: Not so very flattering selfportrait, but anyway
Bartel D: Feels like evening glory
Bartel D: The Horse of Troy
Bartel D: composition with trees
Bartel D: View with no room
Bartel D: as much as you wish
Bartel D: Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere
Bartel D: From where you stand in the present moment, you are timeless
Bartel D: A habitat is necessary
Bartel D: Without trust, words become the hollow sound of a wooden gong
Bartel D: When it happens it all moves by itself
Bartel D: The earth as a globe is just an illusion
Bartel D: Things don't fall apart.Things hold. Lines connect.
Bartel D: Vice versa, before it's too late
Bartel D: I was the kid next door's imaginary friend
Bartel D: In vain
Bartel D: Nothing astonishes men as much as common sense...
Bartel D: la poubelle