Painted using natural inks made from Patagonian flora, including maqui, sauco, roble, and mint, crafted by the experienced hands of Rocio from Bosque, Gracias; a beautiful Eden surrounded by forest, river, and a magical community of artists.

This piece is part of a micro-dosing diary I kept during the Summer of 2024. Each intake follows a "graphic output" and a written flow of consciousness, which together set an intention. This one came out as an ode to movement as that expanding and spreading energy that takes root and pours into all directions, yearning for expression. Even in stillness, we move. (It was originally written in Spanish.)

Move, meditate, voice. Holy trinity; how I return to myself. Independent of the form, they shoot right to my center. And I'm back. I open my eyes, to see it all. To stay in the glow. In every gleam, in each grain and texture. Observing, admiring the fibers on the paper, all coming together. Sounding; vibration like a fountain pouring out of my chest. I plant my feet on the ground, feeling how it all goes up, climbs to my arms, and dances at the tip of my fingers. Tingling as I fuse in with the ether, with the invisible, but oh-so-clear to my eyes. Air-Wind propels me into a float. Although this time, not adrift.

Movimiento, meditación, voz. Las tres. Mi unión. Mi vuelta al eje. Como sea que se manifiesten, pero me traen. De regreso. Abrir los ojos, verlo todo. Quedarme en el brillo. En el reflejo, en el relieve. Observar, admirar las fibras del papel, lo que se integra. Sonorar; sentir el pecho vibrar. Plantarme al suelo, sentir la elevación que sube hasta mis brazos y baila en la punta de mis dedos. Hormigueo en contacto con el éter, con lo invisible, pero que tan claro puedo ver. Aire-viento que empuja y me hace flotar. Esta vez, con dirección.

Bosque, Gracias. Epuyén, Chubut. Argentina, 2024.