Ignacio Pérez Pérez
You are not an artist. Nature is the only artist. This is the longest journey: migration after migration, life after life, you arrive here, to the centre of this paradox. You are not this flesh, this ego, this mind. Art is the way you learn how to live how to die: thanks to plant teachers and allies, you dissolve the frames and boundaries between this and that, art and life, between the visible and invisible realms inside this one. This is the longest journey, the great shift, the ancestor’s dream. Beyond the current apocalyptic collapse, the future is ancestral. Yours is just one performance: being aware of all this, in flames, in awe. Thank you father, thank you mother, for this gracious waterfall. There is no you, there is no me, there is no journey, we already here, splashing in the vastness.
