The Story of Still-life
I asked a forgotten towel on the washing line:
what’s happening with you?
It replied:
I am collecting rain for the days of drought, when you are burning hot.
I found a handkerchief left in the drawer, I asked:
what’s going on?
It said:
I was collecting tears. I am here to remind you of the days of love and longing.
I saw a few feathers hanging off a string in the middle of a window, I asked them:
What are you up to?
They said:
We are catching dreams to bring them back to you when you despair.
Then I asked myself what’s the point of this story?
The story of still-life is only beautiful,when it was painted on a canvas, hung on one of the walls of a cottage in a remote island, we built together, brick by brick, with the smoking chimneys even in summer, to tell the world the fire our love, never dies out.
The point of the art is to be with you.
Without it, the world is an empty art gallery!
Rymos
24/06/2024