Wind?
31x24 cm, ink, pen. August 6, 2011Dedicated to the light breeze that went above the hill to swing a halm or to blow a strand of sun-faded hair on someone’s eyes.
Someone passed here in the morning, may be with a dog
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
An evening alert
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