what am I ?

In studio all day.
Wanted to create a different approach this evening with light and form.
Inspired by Sylvia Plath's words this is what materialized in a matter of minutes!



The Tuilps

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in
I am learning peacfulness, lying by myslef quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day clothes to the nurses
And my history to the anaesthetist and my body to surgeons

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The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
It's bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Sylvia Plath