Naltros

I will paint my church and the trees will be my crosses. Wherever one looks up and waits. And from this waiting, liturgy, a kind of prelude to intimacy. A nakedness, a way of materialising my faith in an act. And in this contemplation, the gaze fixed on you, on us, on who you are and who we are and on how we care for one another, because perhaps in this church made of branches and roots, leaves and stones, RELATED ACTIVITY mud and rain; we find ourselves in the most sincere state. We embrace, celebrate and venerate. We wait for one another there. By Pere Migó