All that i have to give
i´ve been thinking this:
different moments of time hang in space like sheets or screens where the moment is being reflected
.....
in reality there´s no movement at all.
we don´t go anywhere.
we no more than wander inside the moment.
.....
(clumsy translation from a book by Olga Tokarczuk)
my poppies!
they have enchanted me.
i have taken photos every morning, more than 300.
i think they look like butoh-dancers and have captured the beauty and miracle of the reflection of those different moments of time-endlessly.
