A stroll next to a stream
At night animals coming out of the forest making their noises
Waterfalls are pouring and smoke rises from them
Stars are falling, tears fill the spring,
Plants germinate from the place where they were picked and eaten by the animals.
A fox lying on the ground does not move, and is covered with a blanket of leaves,
which turns into a blanket of heavy white snow

The sacredness, horror and wonder unite.
The unbearable and release. Go. Pass.
After this day nature continues
Leaves dancing in the wind are reminiscent of a melody (ancient)
And everything as it was, and nothing as it was
And everyone loses someone .
The dream maker the heart breaker. And all is one .


‘Stories of the well traveled heart’ is the name my brother chose to give to the series of paintings painted amonth after his death.
Inbal Nissim