Original artwork description:

Forest poetry…

Viscid energy that belongs to everyone.
Waterfall. Seething.
Inhaling this air—it seems to me that all this life is in my lungs.
Plants, birds, water, sounds, hum. Celebration.
No need to hide or spin to survive. Just straighten your lungs.

Open thousands of your eyes toward the sun.
Let the energy flow through your eyes.

Celebrating energy is similar to a stitched fabric—one piece.
It rises, then falls, folds.
At times, it becomes almost transparent.
Near the clumps, mostly—black points of concentrated living matter.
They create a warm space around themselves in several streams.
The flow from each leaf is connected to others, from other plants.
They are almost equal.

Sometimes there are special peaks of energy not connected to anything,
directed somewhere to the side.
A “Heavy Forest Creature” is looking for other sources.

The living body of the forest—
hulking and slow, with thousands of eyes watching everything at once,
yet changing nothing.
It consists of small creatures that move it with thin strings of energy.
She is bound by them.
And yet she is searching for something new.

Materials used:

Black ink

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