When I die I must give life… (epilogue)

 
 
Hold on to what is good
even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe
even when it is a tree 
that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do
even when it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life
even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand
even when I have gone away from you.
 
(Pueblo tribe, Native American prayer)
 

after the exhibition, the biochar drawing is finally laid to rest beneath a tree in the forest

 
 
 
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