We forget, and all along our life we are seeking what we have forgotten.
Searching, we create.
My short “There aren’t any trees here“ is the answer to the question: ”What gives life to our creation?“
An underwater answer, a reply coming from the profound history of our prenatal life. The sound of generations.
There are words and no words, there are shared dimensions running alongside, universal standards and particular ones.
“ There aren’t any trees here“ is the memory of an immersion even before anything comes into existence.