Dreaming Process

video art
Heaviness, lightness, slow falling, and soft rising. Opening my eyes in a different reality, feeling the freshness of the day. I smell and feel that it is our world, but it's not. I can't touch the leaf right in front of me; it seems so close yet so far. I can't catch up with myself. I always go back there; my oak and home are there. I return to that place in my dreams because it marks my transition to another dimension.
I do not know yet if I will be a dream oak,
growing up at my family home
where the roots are more durable than the foundations,
reaching the depths of paths of my dreams

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