Artist’s Note:
The drawings were created using pencils, India ink, pastels, and a personalized method involving colored powder and pastel shavings.


I cling to memories
of a carefree past,
walking through gardens
of happy times gone by.
I seek refuge
from days of solitude,
I sit in the shade of the trees
with darkening foliage.
I walk along paths
of melancholy autumn and
the song of a parrot
seem to awaken buried memories
among the intertwined branches.
The silent flutter of a
butterfly’s wings carries with it
ghosts with familiar faces.
I see them down there,
sitting on the benches where
they had always waited for me
with loving gazes.
Now, I know this is an enchanted
garden, that restores the illusion of life
for those who are no longer here.


