Antoine Levi | Paris, France
November 22, 2018 – January 22, 2019
It is night, and I am in the chicken coop. It’s where we keep our jugs of water and cans of black beans. I stop to listen to the hens sing and watch how the glow of the moon through the skylight changes the meaning of the paintings on the wall.
I exist. I am surrounded by love, and I try to make that enough, to create a glow that insulates from how dark its all getting.
I was alive today, and so was my baby, and we watched the flowers glow. Today is always the best day. When tomorrow doesn’t come, our hands will be enfolded and the garden will grow around us.