Daydreamers

'The poet lives a daydream that is awake but above all, his daydream remains in the world, 

facing worldly things. It gathers the universe together and around and in an object'
(Bachelard, The Poetics of Space)

 

In the immense yet fragile diversity of our linear, temporal world, we may enter the non temporal cyclical and infinite while 'daydreaming', just like the flamingos meditate on one leg. Volcanoes erupt, space is being explored scientifically and birds go about looking for daily food while flowers keep on blooming. Let be ...

Art is an act of daydreamed instances.