Someone passed here in the morning, may be with a dog
28x21 cm, ink, pen. August 4, 2011The first picture in the series.
Something came to my mind from a Tarkovsky’s movie — grass on the field (from where?)
Saw the buttered grass somewhere - in the forest or next to the house.
And read a story on it which had to be written down.
This piece was given away as a present.
Wind?
Notes on the grass, 2011
They call it here a landscape. Will not be unseen till tomorrow.
Notes on the grass, 2011
Yes, here, now.
Notes on the grass, 2011
There may be forest there, further… But far and snow comes up to the waist
Notes on the grass, 2011
Sow thistle: letters on the wind
Notes on the grass, 2011
An evening alert
Notes on the grass, 2011