The last vestiges of a “golden age”, a Pleistocene garden…
The animal kingdom par excellence, the perfect symbiosis of the plant and animal world, with a diaphanous presence of man, not yet so man, his mind floated on his own animal condition and he, among all, was an observer with a hidden dream. He could only see and survive in grace, but he was also like grain under the teeth of his animal brothers.
In Eden, we must focus our eyes to recognize the forms, there are no names, there are no words, only the sound of flapping wings, wind, and rain. Some thunder to bring present minds to the brink of awakening. The thunder with the smell, with the taste, and in the middle of the images.