Acrylic & Mixed media on Canvas
160cm x 240cm
2024
The darkness of the water touched my throat...
...like a river determined to teach me
how heavy the storm is
how heavy the storm is
when you live it from within.
I walked slowly.
My pockets were full of seeds
and my hands were tired
from planting the future
in a land that seemed asleep.
My pockets were full of seeds
and my hands were tired
from planting the future
in a land that seemed asleep.
The rain was constant.
I looked at it
like someone who doesn't yet know
that it´s watering a garden.
I looked at it
like someone who doesn't yet know
that it´s watering a garden.
But after so many tides,
the roots learned to cling to the soil,
the stems broke the earth's fear,
and the flowers began
to silently pronounce my name.
the roots learned to cling to the soil,
the stems broke the earth's fear,
and the flowers began
to silently pronounce my name.
Now, the water is slowly receding,
like long nights fade away
when dawn finally finds the window.
like long nights fade away
when dawn finally finds the window.
And that which almost drowned me,
ended up nourishing
everything that flourishes
within me today...
ended up nourishing
everything that flourishes
within me today...
After the rain.