The acts of creation should begin in a certain way, following a series of ordered steps—some obligatory, others optional—to obtain a result. As we know, you cannot plant in barren land or without water. But even sometimes, with the best conditions, the seed fails to thrive and become a healthy plant.
In my case, my seeds and embryos did not find the right conditions for some unnamed reason, even though we tried to give them one. The results were not good: they withered, dried, and broke, leaving shards and ashes. We were constant and orderly, and still, nothing new happened.
At least the beauty of the memory remains, and there is some comfort in having followed the order and the itching of the scars.
March 2024, Colored pencils on paper, 11 in x 14 in
Beatriz Alonso Carvajales 