A return to innocence.
The exquisite place. Where attention reigns. The kind of starry eyed attention, not too sharp, not too soft. Sincere. The spontaneous kind of attention, like the breeze of the sea, invigoratingly refreshed by every blink of the eye. Space itself drowns in that joyous naiveté.
The pure simple innocent looking. The seeing. The seer.
Andreea Garden, January 2017
