You are a canvas

We feel your resistance & your desire

Your movement

Your spontaneity

Your whim

Your colours

Your swing

Your percussion

Who if not you?

We have been waiting

Who is the creator of the present?

Who will define beauty?

Who shall mix the palette?

How do we celebrate you?

We want your nature to emerge.

How gentle? How exhilarating?

How wild are you?

How do you dance your dream?

Why NOW is all you are?

We hear your name echo.

Why wear old skin when you are new?

Why does beauty sleep so deep ?

Why not awaken her?

You will look like a musical score yet to be deciphered

You will flow like a thousand streams meandering through the landscape

You will move like a painting in motion

You will want to explore what is next

Yes, it will come in black