I look for the pictures and structures along the way, the softest for me, feel the least painful:
grasses, leaves, Flower, earth, Sheep …. all of these forms, washed together, coincidentally there …. between flowering and withering.
I search and lay my eye on the softest things, that nature produces, that everything else, the man-made is tearing me apart at the moment. I never noticed all these plants, I walked past it, there, where there are human eyes to be assessed, to study, the possibility of an adventure, to speak to a human/hard entity, actually.
But then, now, the tide has turned in the last three years, and I bow my face before the human forms, because the sight of them often pains me with a sort of roughness and artificiality. I look around me and look for colors and shapes, sounds and lights, embedded in this stream of becoming and passing away, are simply there. Their multiple forms are amazing. Nature is the only one, that still reminds me of peace, that I can't find anymore. But I'm far from it, to glorify them.
