Astanael

Tag: landscape

  • Batad Climb up the hills, then down the terraces. Between the rice fields, the way is tortuous, yet gorgeous.It’s not because you can see your destination that it’s easy to reach. Oh, and beware of the snakes.Our legs hurts from going all the way down to the cascade, but it was worth the view.You told…

  • Banaue Their ancestors carved the mountains to grow rice. Digging terrasses, erecting walls, preparing the mud cake, plating, replanting, watering, caring to finally harvesting once a year…Herculean to make, Sisyphean to maintain.Fewer and fewer want to put this kind of pressure upon their shoulders, to sacrifice their backs for the rice. Other plants sells better,…

  • Trees on the walls With time and water, roots can break the hardest, sturdiest, highest walls. They will find or make the cracks where to grow; And they will grow and push and pull until rocks are falling apart.Sure, human can rebuild. They can clean and cut, they can even poison the soil.But humans can’t…

  • Crying Mountains Beyond Mnar’s hills, there’s a valley,Filled with mounts shaped like giant headsFrom their open mouths, from their caved eyes,Crying rivers of fog, rivers of tears, For why? For who? Gods knows. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Au delà des collines Mnar, il est une valléeParsemée de…

  • Another Raguse Another Raguse on another world.The style is the same but the place’s misshaped, twisted, distorted.How would you react if your place of living was mixed all around, the same blocks rearranged differently?Now I’m thinking of hamster in their cages and what they must feel. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur…

  • No more water No more water this year, the river has gone dry. Fish died. Frog fled. Moss covers the pebbles. Reeds and lilies are replaced by grass and ferns. The trees are ok, for now. There’s still plenty of life here and yet, I feel the desert slowly creeping. I feel sad, Not because…

  • Street’s story Today’s sky is grey, dull and cold. The last days were unusually warm, and little buds sprouted on the highest part of the plane. Across the street, beyond the gardens, the cypress from the cemetery are ghosts, barely visible. It’s not spooky at all, and far from quiet. Lots of cars and buses…

  • Dreams of the surface I’m dreaming of the world above. I see them, crawling, suffering.How can they bear this giant glowing eye that burns the skin?They’re stuck here, unable to move up further, surely because of this eye.And yet, when it’s gone, they lay motionless, exhausted by their fight.This is hell. This is torture. And…

  • Resting tree Come lay in the shade of the lone treeFeel the gentle breeze, watch rabbits playYou can stay here, you can rest all dayThere’s no hurry, there is only me, /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Veux tu te reposer sous mes branches ombragées ?Laisse la brise te…

  • The big house of Lavendell There is a big house in the city of Lavendel. Not a large or tall house, a big one. You don’t realize at first what’s wrong with it, that something is messing with you eyes. Then you notice : it’s not a matter of size but of proportions, as if…