The birth of La Foresta
I have always been attracted to forests: real and imaginary. In the forest I recover my senses. Love and fear - the magic of being alive. When we are in the forest we are somehow reminded of our own depth. Of multitudes and simplicity. We enter alone but find ourselves in company of so many. Everything finds its place in the forest. Trees. Plants. Animals. Insects. Mushrooms. Air. Rain. Storms. Heat. Lightening. Frost. Evenings by the fire. Birds. Songs. Berries. Pines. Smells after the rain. Silence. Rustle. Hills. Valleys. Sky hiding among the leaves. Quietness of snow falling. Squeaking under the feet. Innocence and spontaneity of animals appearing and disappearing among the trunks. Connectedness of everything. Everything follows their natural stirring. As many creatures as there are here - there are as many ways to live, on earth.
There is a word in Japanese that I like a lot - Shinrin-yoku – it describes the relaxation gained from bathing in the forest, figuratively or literally. Forest is also one of the best places to experience seasons of nature. An unstoppable flow of rhythms and transitions. All creatures go with it. There’s no hierarchy between cycles, each is there for a reason.
In human life there are seasons too. We are not machines and never will be. Our lives will always resist turning into a factory, manufacturing standardised people. Things unfold in us naturally, and not out of the mind's idea alone. And things take time. All good things do. Time for buds, for warmth, investment, cherishing, giving food. Time for flowers, for dances, plays, days, nights, sunlight, storms, clouds, wind. Time for fruit, for ripening, becoming, maturity. Time for releasing, letting go, offering, giving, joining in, growing into something else.
The wish and raison d'être of La Foresta is to invite you into a forest. One next to your house, or on the outskirts of your city. One that you grow on the balcony, or one inside of you. A forest of trees, of stories, of encounters. Through the voices of others we might recognise bits and pieces of ourselves.