Asni / Astrid Nielsch

If I could somehow distill:
- the light dancing on choppy waves
- the shades of colour on a mountainside under chasing clouds after a rain
- the shapes of rocks on the Wellington shoreline
- the smell of wet earth, a wood fire and good food cooking
- the rhythm of rain drumming on a tin roof
- the melody of water bubbling down a hillside
- the harmony of silence that is never really silence
- the poetry of birdsong at dawn
- the taste of honey and ripe cherries and fresh baked bread with butter
- the feel of waves round my body when I dive, or of cats fur running through my fingertips
- the pain and joy and silliness and seriousness of the people that I meet
- the wisdom and wonder of stories I read or hear told
- the solemnity of an ancient church in Europe
- The intricacy of a carved whare
- The energy of the Rolling Stones
- The dignity of a waiata
- The grace of bodies in movement

Then I would probably be making something approaching good art.
Otherwise, I'd quite like to make the world a better place.
There's a task.