The ephemeral
Variations of a vase
We are the poppies, the tulips, the cherry blossoms: here and now. Each fold, stamen, fresh and turgid sepal says here and now. We are pollen in the wind, the leaves in the race of the sun, the planets of a galaxy.
The days go by in us: our heads lose their insolence, we look at each other, we feel defeated. Beauty is fleeting, they told us. Stains appear, the smell of time is felt. Where does beauty go?
Now we have the beauty of time.
We are poppies, we are tulips, we are cherry blossoms. Here and now.
Sand and wind, the dunes
Whoever wants to listen will hear a very subtle sound, a music that comes from the Earth. The dunes sing: in Nevada they sing in C major, in Morocco in G minor. The dunes release their melody to the wind as they transform. To windward they are destroyed, to leeward they are reborn. A dune that does not change is no longer a dune.
