Four stages of being a tulip on the kitchen table, 2019
To grow my leaves, to bloom my flowers, to harvest my fruits
On a wooden table covered with a green cloth, between a potted plant and two clementines,
I placed my naked torso. I want to become a plant, I said to myself.
Vanny leaves started sprouting from under my skin
No longer moving
Transformed from an opaque figure to a translucent matter.
I thought not to the past, present or future,
Feeling the flux of sap moving up and down inside me;
I sent my roots deep into the earth
Searching for nutrients to grow my leaves, to bloom my flowers, to harvest my fruits.
The wind is hitting cold on me ;
Making my stem to lean, my leaves to tremble, my petals to scatter
With each day I feel more absorbed into the soil.
Warm, smelly, precious soil.