da série Gardenparty, 2016. Acrílico s/tela. Diâmetro 80 cm.
Look up!
Light is seeping through in patches of gold,
filtered by a thousand greens.
Hear,
all winds are whispering through the leaves and branches.
what do ther say?
Mystery…
What do they know?
This breath of moistured air,
leaving all its words behind.
In every leaf a word unspoken.
What is it that the wind is sowing?
and my breath?
Winds words (and mine) absorbed in forests living soul.
In awe, I feel, I sense, I smell…
Fallen leaves transformed to soil.
Fallen words.., …still…, all is well.
Sound silence is there to tell.
For whatever question, doubt or thought,
the forest answers: Peace.
Rooted firm and deep, stretching arms towards the sun.
Regenerate…grow, let go, surrender, release:
thought and sense and sight and smell,
and listen to the whispering leaves:
that keep on saying …all is well….