Description
We return to the bamboo, listening together to the soft sigh of wind through the leaves, the gentle sway of bamboo stems. I see him, eyes wide, his whole being attuned, nestled in his stroller. I feel the vibration of life—an ancient play of forces. You, the most precious presence in my life. I sense the bamboo’s rhythm within us, its growth, sunlight, shadow-dance, a shimmering interplay of thresholds, echoes and entangled becomings carried to us from far away.
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artifact of notation: 1 drawing with (colored) pencils on white paper, 42 x 30 cm
