Where had she come from ? and what was prompting her to come on such a regular basis for a water bath ?. You see, she had no schedules nor a precisely regular pattern, except that when the sun had journeyed mid way across the heavens, she would appear spontaneously and mysteriously out of the nothingness of the day. Today another one too, had introduced her own presence with a tender certainty. Perhaps she was from a distant land, as these ones with yellow feathers that are intertwined with splashes of grey and white were not of this region. They journeyed across the great oceans, to sojourn here, their only language being that of the incessant need of life to find total fulfilment in the here and now.
They come only in the spring time,
when the Earth is just beginning to growl and awaken from the long serenity of winter. Also when you notice the red and black little ladybirds on the brown Earth. She waited patiently for her turn and when all seemed okay, she splashed and rolled, and cried with delight.
They were sharing the bath and occasionally taking a quick peek at the new flowers and perhaps listening as well, to the sounds that were coming from across the doors. It was not too loud, but a soft cadence of floating stanzas of strings, meticulously arranged and flowing with great melodic intensity and rhythmic continuum. Since we could not tell our two visitors that the titles of the musical compositions, we let the music float gently within the closely knitted reality that was made up of flowers, birds, the sun and splashes of foliage and cypress tress. And the day journeyed further with its own glorious benediction.
And so it was, a day that was stringed on the beads of time, commencing with our bird visitors, a musical title, foliages, trees, sprouting buds, flowers and off course the sun and heavens.
Artist Statement 2014 © Tanka Fonta