Time of the bumblebees

He ran away from home early again today. He’d been with his father in the stable since morning, but his heart was pulling him elsewhere. He was thinking about his paintings. He liked to lie on his back in the grass with a blade of grass in his mouth. Watching the sky, thinking. He heard a sound. With his narrowed eyes, he began to observe a bumblebee. Its buzzing soothed him. He enjoyed exploring the world from different angles. In the sunlight, its wings took on a different dimension. They’re like solar sheets that feed life… He blured his eyes, he found these experiments amusing. Blurred vision and suddenly he sees worlds he hasn’t seen yet. He never knows if he’ll ever return to them again … Private collection