120m²

Love Simply Loves

a new project

I don't have a name for many

of the twigs and leaves I find on my daily walks. I once put their names in my head, now hidden. Since a stroke in the brain stem

connections must be remade for that ‘specific drawer’ again.

Does ‘the drawer’ still exist?

I let this question rest. Breathing in the forest air and feeling a breeze on my cheeks makes me realize that I am alive after all. Nothing matters here anymore but everything has a different meaning.

Gratefully, my finger strokes

a piece of bark,

it calms me down.