Colour me in every eye.
Watching. With hands.
Restless. Seeking. Accepting.
Misunderstood. Soft Nests. With Every step
Cant conquer the tones of past rythms.
Calm will find you.
Through plumes douces et pierres.
When the drop breaks
Melts your skin.
When the masses surround your foot.
I find your hand on my shoulder.
In a moment, our eyes will meet.
In your palm.
I know your journey.
I know you.
As i place the black seed.
I am quietly starting to prepare for my stay as a Visiting Artist at The Boarding School; which, however I can see now, could also be as a Visiting Teacher or a Visiting Researcher. I would like to make space for a laboratory, where the participants can explore the many ways into knowledge.…