Langor

Remedios Varo, Mexico, c. 1943.

“Like a vibratile insect, always alert, she lived in perpetual exploration of clues, of revelations, expanding her intelligence and her intuition to understand the hidden meanings of being and of life… She had an exceptional love for all that could be experienced through the senses: her touch passed and repassed over the warm surface of wood or the coolness and solidity of a rock. She could be absorbed for hours in the weave of a cloth or the play of light on a window pane. She saw in everything the life latent within; she observed the most diverse objects, delighting in all their details, the infinite hues, the textures, colours and forms. And her greatest reverence was shown before plants, flowers, trees, animals; in the most unexpected corners of her house an ivy flourished or a vegetable was germinating.”

Per Yngve Ohlin, Dead.