'Golden Tree of Actual Life'
‘All theory, dear friend, is grey,
but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.’
— Goethe
Goethe didn’t write that from a desk.
He lived it through every cell.
He didn’t chase eternity.
He became it.
This painting is rooted in that sentence.
You see it in the chaos and the clarity — the wild calligraphy, the architectural forms, the burned cut, raw and unfiltered.
Friedrich Nietzsche, centuries ahead of his time, saw Goethe not just as a writer —
but as a symbol of human wholeness.
‘Goethe is a grand attempt to construct, out of oneself, a whole man’.
‘Goethe — not a German event, but a European one:
a magnificent attempt to overcome the eighteenth century by a return to nature,
by a going-up to the naturalness of the Renaissance…
He bore within him the strongest instincts of life’.
— Nietzsche, ‘Twilight of the Idols’
To Nietzsche, Goethe was what humanity could be —
a synthesis of instinct and intellect, Dionysian chaos and Apollonian grace.
Details of the artwork.
The white tree drawn in free, spiraling lines beside structured geometric blocks speaks the language of both spirit and structure.
A cosmos of circles, rectangles, and fragmented lines.
Some wild, some architectural, showing how the living tree grows among both chaos and form.
This painting is my offering to that fire.
My tribute to the ever-green tree.
To Life.
My makeup.
One tree under one eye, one tree above the other.
As above, so below.
A mirror of the Goethean unity between the micro and the macro,
the soul and the stars, Dionysian and Apollonian.
A mirror of wholeness.
My tattoo.
La vie est belle — life is beautiful.
And that’s not theory.
It’s a choice, a rebellion, a sacred vow.
The golden tree of life springs eternal —
in fire, in art, in experience.
It lives in you.
It lives in me.
And it lives here.
‘All theory, dear friend, is grey,
but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.’
— Goethe
Goethe didn’t write that from a desk.
He lived it through every cell.
He didn’t chase eternity.
He became it.
This painting is rooted in that sentence.
You see it in the chaos and the clarity — the wild calligraphy, the architectural forms, the burned cut, raw and unfiltered.
Friedrich Nietzsche, centuries ahead of his time, saw Goethe not just as a writer —
but as a symbol of human wholeness.
‘Goethe is a grand attempt to construct, out of oneself, a whole man’.
‘Goethe — not a German event, but a European one:
a magnificent attempt to overcome the eighteenth century by a return to nature,
by a going-up to the naturalness of the Renaissance…
He bore within him the strongest instincts of life’.
— Nietzsche, ‘Twilight of the Idols’
To Nietzsche, Goethe was what humanity could be —
a synthesis of instinct and intellect, Dionysian chaos and Apollonian grace.
Details of the artwork.
The white tree drawn in free, spiraling lines beside structured geometric blocks speaks the language of both spirit and structure.
A cosmos of circles, rectangles, and fragmented lines.
Some wild, some architectural, showing how the living tree grows among both chaos and form.
This painting is my offering to that fire.
My tribute to the ever-green tree.
To Life.
My makeup.
One tree under one eye, one tree above the other.
As above, so below.
A mirror of the Goethean unity between the micro and the macro,
the soul and the stars, Dionysian and Apollonian.
A mirror of wholeness.
My tattoo.
La vie est belle — life is beautiful.
And that’s not theory.
It’s a choice, a rebellion, a sacred vow.
The golden tree of life springs eternal —
in fire, in art, in experience.
It lives in you.
It lives in me.
And it lives here.
‘All theory, dear friend, is grey,
but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.’
— Goethe
Goethe didn’t write that from a desk.
He lived it through every cell.
He didn’t chase eternity.
He became it.
This painting is rooted in that sentence.
You see it in the chaos and the clarity — the wild calligraphy, the architectural forms, the burned cut, raw and unfiltered.
Friedrich Nietzsche, centuries ahead of his time, saw Goethe not just as a writer —
but as a symbol of human wholeness.
‘Goethe is a grand attempt to construct, out of oneself, a whole man’.
‘Goethe — not a German event, but a European one:
a magnificent attempt to overcome the eighteenth century by a return to nature,
by a going-up to the naturalness of the Renaissance…
He bore within him the strongest instincts of life’.
— Nietzsche, ‘Twilight of the Idols’
To Nietzsche, Goethe was what humanity could be —
a synthesis of instinct and intellect, Dionysian chaos and Apollonian grace.
Details of the artwork.
The white tree drawn in free, spiraling lines beside structured geometric blocks speaks the language of both spirit and structure.
A cosmos of circles, rectangles, and fragmented lines.
Some wild, some architectural, showing how the living tree grows among both chaos and form.
This painting is my offering to that fire.
My tribute to the ever-green tree.
To Life.
My makeup.
One tree under one eye, one tree above the other.
As above, so below.
A mirror of the Goethean unity between the micro and the macro,
the soul and the stars, Dionysian and Apollonian.
A mirror of wholeness.
My tattoo.
La vie est belle — life is beautiful.
And that’s not theory.
It’s a choice, a rebellion, a sacred vow.
The golden tree of life springs eternal —
in fire, in art, in experience.
It lives in you.
It lives in me.
And it lives here.