
“As spring approached, the Topei microdistrict was getting ready to bloom.
Froggy’s mother, Glad, and Dune were busy with seedlings.
The improvised greenhouse was located on the 5th floor of a flooded panel.
By boat you could sail straight to the balcony, and from there you could enter the evergreen kingdom.
This was their apartment even before the flood; many things from bygone times remained quietly within these walls.
Family photo albums, posters, trinkets lay for years in anticipation that one of the gardeners,
sitting down from fatigue in a dusty chair, would want to plunge into the past, as this very house plunged into the lake.
The apartment, now a greenhouse, knew from the inside of its walls that its days were slipping away like sand through one’s fingers.
There is no longer a wall between the living room and the kitchen, the door is boarded up, the entire ceiling is covered with a lace of leaks.
But she lived, gave shelter to new sprouts, was filled with lush greenery, and bathed herself in the rays of the sun.
Even in this devastation there was something beautiful and vibrantly alive that endlessly whispered “I am here.”
Froggy’s mother, Glad, and Dune were busy with seedlings.
The improvised greenhouse was located on the 5th floor of a flooded panel.
By boat you could sail straight to the balcony, and from there you could enter the evergreen kingdom.
This was their apartment even before the flood; many things from bygone times remained quietly within these walls.
Family photo albums, posters, trinkets lay for years in anticipation that one of the gardeners,
sitting down from fatigue in a dusty chair, would want to plunge into the past, as this very house plunged into the lake.
The apartment, now a greenhouse, knew from the inside of its walls that its days were slipping away like sand through one’s fingers.
There is no longer a wall between the living room and the kitchen, the door is boarded up, the entire ceiling is covered with a lace of leaks.
But she lived, gave shelter to new sprouts, was filled with lush greenery, and bathed herself in the rays of the sun.
Even in this devastation there was something beautiful and vibrantly alive that endlessly whispered “I am here.”
One of my many illustrations of the rat-environment series.New art almost every Wednesday
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Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Rat
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