Conversation with Desert 1


    Young Forest made a few steps to meet her neighbor, Desert. He is a giant who wears a coarse coat of sage bushes, but his rocky shoulders are still bare, or at least that's how they appear to the woman who came closer. She is often perplexed to see the pale colors of Desert because she likes bright greens, and blues, and purple, and she loves to feel the vibration of lush foliage on which dew droplets linger.

    "So, you don't like color as much..." she dares to say.

    "I bear the color of the winds..."

    " I can feel the winds... they come, they push me here, and there... and sometimes they make me change my ways..."

    "Go with them...it's harder to go against them. See where they take you..."

    "It's mostly what I do..."

    "...Or stay in a quiet place and listen... As I will call the dark, they will calm down."

    "I can wait too..."

    "Then, I will show you the stars..."

    "I want to see the stars... After all it's hard to see them through rich foliage. I need to come to you..."

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  1. DavidSeptember 7, 2022 at 10:21 AM

    Citesc “ Pe când eram o opera de arta” de Erik Emanuel și in povestea asta artistul încearcă sa picteze aerul. Sa suprindă invizibilul. Și in fiecare zi pictează aerul. Adică, o fereastra, o rama prin care putem privi dincolo.

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    1. cara forestieriSeptember 7, 2022 at 3:47 PM

      Chiar asa!
      Cartea suna interesant.

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    2. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2022 at 3:44 PM

      O recomand. E o reflecție buna asupra raportului artistului cu publicul și cu opera sa. E scrisa impecabil.

      Recitind, textul tau are ceva din curiozitatea unui copil.

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    3. cara forestieriSeptember 8, 2022 at 8:15 PM

      O pun pe lista.
      Cu scrierea, se pare ca va fi o serie. Ca ma uit in jur, si trebuie sa ma leg cumva de noua priveliste.

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