26^th of March 2010

“Last night I was reading Krishnamurti. An image came to my mind that i would like to paint.

There is a person walking or standing. She is holding an uprooted tree in her hand as an umbrella. It  isn´t raining. It´s  sunny. She is using the umbrella to feel protected. She is using a living being for her own benefit, but the tree will no longer be able to continue living; it will die being used as a safety umbrella, but this is not real. It is a waste.