Veera Metso, Finland

I heard it through the grapevine; Speak softly love

I walk, by the seashores, by riverbeds, on some specific islands of the Baltic sea, in the forest nearby, on the pine needled paths that take me to the lake. I listen and I look. I find and collect small fractales of time and space, gentle messages my surroundings have left me. They become instruments for listening and for connection.