Snails are travellers, their bag of organs
tied to their backs. A filling so rich that mantle and sac
fit the shell exactly. Between the walls
the calcium spikes and crystal stalks to stir the food.
They’re on the road, existing only of shell,
eyes and foot. Pilgrims with a forgotten goal.
(T. Lieske translated by W. Groenewegen)
|Subject||2 × 1 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|