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
growing up at my family home
where the roots are more durable than the foundations,
reaching the depths of paths of my dreams
