About Persona

​This is a Place that is in essence devoted to its content and the spirit that it appears out of.

It is not meant to represent or advertise Persona or the profession of one as such. But of course a person, a skin-and nail, a flesh-and blood Being hosted everything that worked its way up the canals and gave way to all that wanted to find eyes and ears and common ground here.

So yes a person I am and shall be in all gratitude, as all and everything in some way is translated through the body. I wish to call me Marc Gustavo here...which is not entirely right in a documented way, but not entirely false either. To me of course it makes totally sense in my own true and unique mythopoetic consideration.

I do or shall not carry any titles or degrees or whatever here to be referred to...though we love to cuddle close to such achievements, don't we? We are drawn to tangible images but in the depth there is always a true image, a sublime task and thread that we are born with and a unique storyline that we live up to, coloring it out through the time we've been given. Our true core and center of gravity in this world.

Born I was 1970 on the edge of a village in the Central European woodlands and raised there to the full and sometimes harsh account of what that means. The dark woodlands shared the ground and the central European culture of that time formed perception. What a long time it took, to un-learn what was shared as given contemporary truth and values and...still does. Consider I have spent a fair lot of attention on internal work and activities that develop the crafts of Soul, as true that is.

Since many years now I enhabit, enliven and call home the Northern slope of the Alpine range.

I refer to Land you see. I breathe with it. It is my host, my morning, my nourishment and dream-maker, my reference of belonging with all its sentient co-inhabitants.

I create impossible gardens and garden whatever is out there. I am a Craftsman and Mountaineer.

"I am a Poet"...is what I would wish to be heard saying.

It all though is the ominous “Through me-not by me” that I live close to and most certainly die to.

Nothing to promote....apart from what Spirit and the dear, dear Earth so urgent want to express in these as ever peculiar times.

Have some images, we truly meet somewhere else: behind a canvas, between two lines, after a hopefully well placed exclamation mark....