
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.
Healing and growth through intuitive art

The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.

The pink
Is riding the ochre
The pink is a saint
We know this by the halo
He’s also a juggler
And even if his clubs
Fall
They never reach the ground
Just like him
The drawing lines
Try to be
A judge
A piano
A horse
A boat in Venice
To make the people laugh
Going forward
He looks at us
The watchers in the air
Who know
That nothing is happening
At all
And this is why
We laugh
Like children.
In a dramatic night I walk barefoot at 2 AM from bed to desk to draw and write:
A scream
Is lost in endlessness
Is broken into a thousand pieces
Swirling in immaterial void
Unheard
And yet
Every single atom of its being
Is accepted
With utter dedication
To fully know
With not even a speck
Missed