Thoughts

I want to see my sculptures
witnesses of so many massacres
in the millenary gardens
kneeling
before the ancestral rituals,

whisper in the sacred language
and honor the great
impenetrable owners of the secrets of creation.

I want to see my sculptures
rest on the mysterious landscapes
where the wind, rain and sun
are known inhabitants to untamed man.

I want to see my sculptures abandon silence to erect like wise guardians,
filled with magic, hurling screams
to protect the immense blue-green
of the infinite forests of our America

Francine Secretan