Instinct

There is a time for an apple tree to bloom and bear fruit. If the apples aren’t harvested, the tree branches, burdened by their weight, might break, dropping the fruit to the ground, where they will dry up, unclaimed. When we don’t pick apples, the abandoned tree starts growing wild and gets ill…

There comes a day when birds feel the need to migrate to warmer places. Nothing can stop them…

The same thing happens in my work – like in nature, I am not aware of the source of my desire to create and it is not in my power to stop the cycle of events. As it is, in fact, the cycle of life.

You submit to the urge of creation, just like the trees bloom, and the birds flock together, driven by an invisible force when it’s time to head South.

You don’t control the instinct, but rather the instinct controls you. You are just one bird of the flock, for centuries taking to the skies to get away. You are just an apple tree waiting for capable hands to make room for new blooms and new fruit…