Textile and Text, 2016
In my closed eyes lives a little green bird.
Sometimes when I close them it is already there, sometimes it arrives after a while.
Sometimes I see only a small piece of it, the butt that moves the feathers, or the head that pecks with its beak.
At first glance I would say that he is bored, but animals do not know what boredom is, they say. If he could see the colors I see when I have my eyes open, then yes, he would know he was bored before.
But he doesn't know it, he just walks and pecks, walking from right to left and from left to right, in a feathered and attentive silence, feeding himself of penumbra.
Embroidery on cotton