This year is unfolding for me as a time of slow mindful work. Living my daily life, supporting my loved ones, practicing yoga, playing with my knitting machine (finally more in-depth), making clothes, meals, poetry…
Textile is still a source of inspiration a deep meaning for me, so I am slowly working on a new wall hanging – it might become a sculpture or a part of an installation. Meanwhile, I wanted to find some words for what I am trying to pour into this piece. This has become a poem.
* A tree is silent Touching the sky with its moist leaves All-knowing Unable to speak in a human language The luscious green envelops it in a lacy cloud Its bare roots piercing the earth in a network of veins Drinking the juice from the rough pulp of its ancestors Feeding the resilience of its essence * * A mother is silent Touching the sky with her moist eyes All-knowing Hesitant to speak in a human language The flaming green envelops her in a lacy cloud Her bare feet — blood tingles in a network of veins piercing the earth Drinking the juice from the porous pulp of her ancestors Feeding the resilience of her essence * * * Enter the silence The pulsing moist tingling All-knowing Improper to speak in a human language Through the blazing green of a lacy cloud Unspoken thoughts piercing the space in a network of veins Drinking the juice from the vapour of nothingness Enter and feed the resilience of your essence
The wall hanging is a work in progress at the moment – May 2021.
