Presence
PhotosI always suspected that a stone carried an idea that could be expressed. This stone which reminds us the earth.
And stones entered my life. This was like leaving our world of "time" and entering a "timeless" world.
I was on the seashore. And I picked up what the waves brought me. These stones, that, from wave to wave, had travelled a long way.
Because everything comes out of the sea, and everything returns there.
I contemplated them, caressed them, washed them as to read inside.
And faces appeared, as though they were messages.
Faces from eternity.
In my dreams, I put the stones back into the sea and other hands that mine found them.
And stones entered my life. This was like leaving our world of "time" and entering a "timeless" world.
I was on the seashore. And I picked up what the waves brought me. These stones, that, from wave to wave, had travelled a long way.
Because everything comes out of the sea, and everything returns there.
I contemplated them, caressed them, washed them as to read inside.
And faces appeared, as though they were messages.
Faces from eternity.
In my dreams, I put the stones back into the sea and other hands that mine found them.