Group Exhibition - Blackall Studios - Shoreditch - London
Let it fly...
Let it fly..once a butterfly talked to me...
She said: "it is a boy" and very quickly she flew away.
She was right!
She came to me again…
She said: "He must go".
She was right again.
In my dream a saw a white one, asking for pure love. I believed.
She came to me again…this time she did not say anything. She just stood there quietly.
I gave her a little piece of crystal and she built a few more.
Took so many year to hear her again.
But she was there…and she woke up…and she told me…it is time to fly...