There’s a key point in Goethe’s Faust, when, in exchange for his soul, Faust asks that he should be so moved by life that he would call out to the moment “Verweile doch, du bist so schön” Please stay a while, you are so beautiful.
He would like to want time to stand still.
I write or occasionally draw in order to record moments of my life, to keep something of those moments. Not intense Faustian ones, but ordinary experiences. And yet and yet – everything I do to stop time in its tracks bites back later, by reminding me that the moment has been and is no longer, and has gone, however beautiful.
I’ve used the image of sketches in a book to express this paradox in a recent poem The Sketchbook