Scratches in the wind

Dune Federico Kirbuz, Medanitos, Fiambala

A few days ago, in a car wash, this local guide approached me and gave me a speech about caring about Nature because it is the heritage that attracts tourism that leaves foreign cash in the Abaucán Territory.

And he is right. Though Reason is the discourse of each personal reality. Not The Truth.

It is not only necessary to take care of environment for aesthetic interest to attract visitors. We have to take care of it because Nature is Us.

Not even those who don't want to think about it are spared of the statement.

The easyest thing is to accuse the others, like the parrots, who are responsible for the fact that there are no carob, chañar or imported fruits for a long ago and far away.

Fruit that is not harvested, that lies on the ground, trampled. These are times of abundance, it seems, and what Nature gives us, perhaps, we may leave over.

Trampled abundance as ton the dune, marked the mountain range, with no other purpose than adrenaline to patch up the potholes on routes of frustration.

Poor Parrots.

Bottles and Crows at Istataku

I belive they are Vultures but I am still learning about birds.

Let's say they are vultures, for the case it is the same. The fact is that vultures, like all other scavengers, are reviled by neat humans. At least the vast majority of us. Its good name is used to point out all being advantageous, dirty, sick, unpleasant... There are even vulture funds.

Walking through Istataku, Los Nacimientos, where the Abaucán River flows from the dune, a natural space still inhabited by centuries-old Carob trees, a paradise for bird watchers…

I am more repelled by the colony of cheap wine bottles planted everywhere, perhaps hoping that one day trees will sprout with demijohns full of morapium for the next country party.

Will have to see.

And, at some point I will talk about parrots.

Our Way

Nature Art Friends

El Camino está para construirlo en Etapas, con sus Logros, Parones, Derrumbamientos y ReConstrucciones.

En Nuestro Andar de muchos Encuentros y Desencuentros, intentando un Nuevo Lenguaje Visual, lo que más nos Transformó, fue nuestro encuentro con la comunidad mbyá-guaraní de Tekoa Tamanduá en Misiones.

De ese Ensayo entendimos, profundizamos más y nos animó a Buscar más. Nuestro entender anterior se había hecho Superficial. La ciencia, la investigación, dar nombres en latín, clasificar, archivar, catalogar, representar.

Brotaron nuestras Intenciones en entender a través de nuestro arte, la Humanidad en Conexión con la Naturaleza.

Aumentó nuestro Interés en Captar y Transmitir lo que Nos rodea y Representarlo en Arte. G&F se fortaleció en Su Proyecto, en la búsqueda de un Entendimiento de la Vida y de nuestras profundas Raíces con Ella.

We became Jachy Tata Javya, Wandering Star, a star with a clear Course.

We orbit around Our Own Search, Nature Art Humanity.

As a Living and Boiling Planet, we embarked on a route, The Route.

We went back to the Meeting with Communities, People in Communion with Life.

Wandering like stars we come to a Fertile Ground.

The Wandering Star that we are, posed in Abaucán Territory. As in Misiones, Enormous Wealth, Ancestral Knowledge, Understanding of Life are revealed to us.

The Star Sprung!

Encouraged, we travel through valleys and ravines, dunes and mountain ranges to meet the people who Spring Wisdom in Communion with Nature.