A horseback riding Through the world of mist.
He knows the way and I let myself go.
From my open wound another spirit leaves
Which is nothing more than myself in the silence of the glow.
when I saw the world nude A wing I gladly yielded
and while the thorns wounded me as I walked
I wrapped of feathers all the field.
I remained then mute to speak at all.
In a misty environment, an almost invisible forest surrounds the characters of this story. The story of a little girl who seeks refuge in her inner world, but cannot completely escape from reality. A little girl who can no longer fly and who clings confidently to her mount, a six-eyed unicorn who is her guide (I must say that horses always know how to return home.) She is also accompanied by a white freshwater fish, almost ghostly, which is linked to the girl by a red rope, like astral travel, a rope that comes from a wound on her back, where once there was a wing. The fish has bells and watches over the world from the air.
This is a surreal, symbolic work that holds much of myself, of my own inner world that I express through art. A world to which I always return, where I can travel and transform myself into whatever I want.
