Seeds
‘I don’t know. Because I don’t even know what I should be remembering. I have these seeds inside me, waiting to sprout again. I have to make do with a my deteriorated lungs full of chemicals around them. That’s why I am jealous of your lungs, one that offers some resistance, that is tantalisingly transparent and yet not, that seems to change as the light shines on it at different angles. This work, which should have been intertwined with the memories of my youth, was already unable to elicit any feeling in me at all.’
This is what I thought after looking at Prajkta Potnis’s ‘He woke up with seeds in his lungs’ frame. I would strongly recommend you to check her entire project 'A Body Without Organs'.