11/23/2009

my story


Recently I asked where is Butterfly, and Dorothy  from grammology replied "high above the trees and wet grounds..."
That address didn't changed despite all transformations which I had luck to witness. What where the tall trees once upon a time became the impotent to cast a shadow memories now. Have a look at them once again. That's my story. What you see in the picture is what I face each day at the entrance into my new house. Though THAT disguises as a stump, I see a mirror of my life in him - I recognize myself in this stump underfoot. Plus I see myself amidst the multitude of the representatives of the underground wonderland ... We all are longing for the Butterfly and therefore see Him in one other already now. This picture, as well as these that were mentioned on above, witness my journey home - art by Tomas
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