Art
Black & White Geometries - Breathing
Feb 25, 2024
So many doors, windows, apertures everywhere…
.. but you are still inside. Why? Come, take a peek from that second window in the left. I see a woman tending to her garden. She talks to the plants like her own kids. You can just feel her warmth all the way over here, right? See there’s her kid too. Prancing, trying to catch butterflies. Curious and delighted. You see his spark? Infectious, isn’t it?
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Its been a while. Where is she? And how?
I peek through all the casements one by one. From left to right, moving to the upper layers. I reach the end, to the top window. Oh there! I see her. She found colours! She doesn’t dream anymore, she discovered the truth. Truth — the only thing she ever really cared about. She doesn’t hope for the best or wish for the impossible but embraces the gifts she has. She has shed those tinted glasses. Now she soaks up every little detail around her with honest eyes, touches every moment with her heart. She doesn’t collect memorabilia and trinkets anymore. She used to love them. She bade them the warmest farewells. They don’t burden her anymore. She is free. Now she rides the highest waves and laughs the sweetest laughter. Her skin is nothing but a transparent veil. She is weightless. Now, she sees herself. She is free.
Art
Black & White Geometries - Breathing
Feb 25, 2024
So many doors, windows, apertures everywhere…
.. but you are still inside. Why? Come, take a peek from that second window in the left. I see a woman tending to her garden. She talks to the plants like her own kids. You can just feel her warmth all the way over here, right? See there’s her kid too. Prancing, trying to catch butterflies. Curious and delighted. You see his spark? Infectious, isn’t it?
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Its been a while. Where is she? And how?
I peek through all the casements one by one. From left to right, moving to the upper layers. I reach the end, to the top window. Oh there! I see her. She found colours! She doesn’t dream anymore, she discovered the truth. Truth — the only thing she ever really cared about. She doesn’t hope for the best or wish for the impossible but embraces the gifts she has. She has shed those tinted glasses. Now she soaks up every little detail around her with honest eyes, touches every moment with her heart. She doesn’t collect memorabilia and trinkets anymore. She used to love them. She bade them the warmest farewells. They don’t burden her anymore. She is free. Now she rides the highest waves and laughs the sweetest laughter. Her skin is nothing but a transparent veil. She is weightless. Now, she sees herself. She is free.
Art
Black & White Geometries - Breathing
Feb 25, 2024
So many doors, windows, apertures everywhere…
.. but you are still inside. Why? Come, take a peek from that second window in the left. I see a woman tending to her garden. She talks to the plants like her own kids. You can just feel her warmth all the way over here, right? See there’s her kid too. Prancing, trying to catch butterflies. Curious and delighted. You see his spark? Infectious, isn’t it?
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Go to that door in the centre, open it, look through. You see that guy running over the ridges? Go, challenge him. You might just be amazed by your own strength. Or see that old man cracking the stones to make his way through? Go, help him clear the debris. You might just learn to build that castle you always dreamt of. Join that girl who is trying to climb the peak, trying to reach the top she cannot yet see. Go, be her. You might just cross over the clouds and find a different universe. Go ahead. Step out.
Its been a while. Where is she? And how?
I peek through all the casements one by one. From left to right, moving to the upper layers. I reach the end, to the top window. Oh there! I see her. She found colours! She doesn’t dream anymore, she discovered the truth. Truth — the only thing she ever really cared about. She doesn’t hope for the best or wish for the impossible but embraces the gifts she has. She has shed those tinted glasses. Now she soaks up every little detail around her with honest eyes, touches every moment with her heart. She doesn’t collect memorabilia and trinkets anymore. She used to love them. She bade them the warmest farewells. They don’t burden her anymore. She is free. Now she rides the highest waves and laughs the sweetest laughter. Her skin is nothing but a transparent veil. She is weightless. Now, she sees herself. She is free.
