Gewidmet John Berger (5.11.1926–2.1.2017)
A butterfly disturbs a grain
The grain another
Till there is such friction in the dust
The sky spills its blue milk
On the stones that have conceived
A day is born
Down the precipitous gaze of its opened eyes
The trees are led.
John Berger in: garden on my cheek, Berlin 2016, S. 10
Zur Ausstellung erscheint die Publikation „garden on my cheek“.