HIBERNACULUM - TESTS OF HEAVENLY

Anabiosis is perversely and perversely reviving. Stop, momentary stillness and apparent death. A bogus and alleged non-being with the ability to come back to life. The heart will start beating again and the nerves will send impulses. Latent life. 

Being in motion in primal space keeps me connected to the world, and all that appears to cease and disappear. The metabolism of what is external and imposed slows down. I'm sneaking out. It is a state that I intuitively identify with the essence of life, with vitality, with flow. It is a kind of coincidentia oppositorum. I get closer and I absorb. What flows, changes and is ephemeral is, in my opinion, closer to the concept of infinity. Brittle durability, permeation of immutability with volatility. Lightness immersed in space-time, squinting cat's eyes to the sun of eternity. 

The forest is my hibernaculum and diapause. The manifestation of life, the transparency of the movement that has crept into the contemplative stillness of the forest. Into seemingly still space, in our perception of time. My presence is only temporary, leaving no trace. The rhythm of our lives is measured by animals that are born and die before our eyes. The rhythm of the tree's time is most of the living organisms - passers-by with a shorter orbit, at which the motionless beech eyes are watching.