Yuval Loulay Collage

(To scratch the paper is to materialize. When you stacked the teacups, you never imagined they would take flight –forming a new mode of existence – and that you would be initiating them into this dream of a life. Where the pinks swirl for hearts of orange suns and the teaspoon of black canvas fabric stirs the static sheet. They are waiting for you, and each time you arrive they guide you across the colors of thought that paint. The house was there before you found the idea in your hand. And isn’t it funny that when you forget to look for answers, they surface second by second. Where you want to go - the house with the orange roof for a chimney – imagined in orange sway. The bottom of the candle holder will hide behind the bowl if you let it, and what really matters here is the candle. Light it where paper isn’t flammable. Start a fire, a great fire in your mind, and let it unfurl the warm orange-yellow for the sun to set the record straight. It’s all light in you. Let’s go to the movies tomorrow night. (The summer for the sake of yes-living)

Plant it, and you’ll see, it grows where it wants)