The Deep Purple Belongs to the Irises

Statement:

You were the spring of all my seasons

And you were the spring of all my seasons,

the spring of all the notebooks

in which I wrote nothing.

Let me answer,

as I grieve with tenderness.

Let us leave all that is crystal (made of tears)

to the season before.

Let me love you with the colors of your body:

bare yourself beneath the waterfalls of the sun,

even cast your ring

into the sound of those

who wish to make us believe

in something other than what is.

I will love you

with the color of quince blossoms,

with the hues of oak.

The deep purple belongs to the irises.

The exhibition runs until 17 March and then continues from 6 April to 18 April.