Free of intention, I walk daily with my dogs through natural areas of our property, nothing special, among plants and trees that usually grow in the area, always along the same route.
Suddenly it happens - or maybe not - and I am surprised. My gaze gets caught up in something that doesn't usually stand out, it isn't significant, but now it does, in this situation, in this light it appears to my eyes as if it were a jewel. What is usually recognized as almost or completely dead shines again, coming to life in its beauty of color, structure and form as an element of life. When this happens, I am in a condition that does not name anything there is no longer the leaf, the branch, the tree, the flower, the trunk, there is my amazement at paintings that present themselves to me, sometimes on only a few cm2. It awakens in me an intimate and innocent feeling with the permission of being able to see behind the facade the passionate internal life of nature, not of its organs or its skeletons, but of its being in expression.
My dogs have inspired me in contact with nature. During our joint walks they snoop with their snouts grasses and leaves intertwined with the earth. I follow them and become part of that community, a feeling of pure existence, of essence, of rooting in the earth and of merging with the animal and plant beings that include and envelop me.
Although it animates me, I can't join in to sniff the world with my nose like dogs do in the rustling underground, but then again, I can't and don't want to depart from their presence in their acting. So instead, I let my eyes explore this world and flapping like butterflies across the ground they perch in the place where a drop of light makes the darkness glow.