In the Before

In the before, the darkness covered the abysses.

In the after, it was the paintings of Magdalena Trucco.

An abundant and overflowing tapestry of praises to the natural,

A celebration of colors and vegetable display,

Joy and affection.

The postcard-dream of the horizontal reign unfolds in every fur/feather/eye/petal… in all the blissful souls.

Each one opens to the encounter and communion.

Speculative fiction of the bond in the harmony of a pristine song.

A constant origin becoming.

Calm that ignores the breath of change,

Near or far.

It is not yet heard to roar.

The placidity of the satisfied pauses all tasks and surrenders to rest and dedicated observation.

The veil of time falls, and everything is tied in suspense.

Never (if there is a never) will that flower wither, the flower of painting and the painting of the flower.

This story is told in the metric of beauty,

Because in the origin of time, there was love,

And thus, things are made, beautiful and eternal things:

From a paste of daydreams and good wishes.

Fernanda Alvarez D’Ielsi, 2024