El cuento El Árbol era una idea anterior que concreté en el curso de Korky Paul en Oxford.
Es una simple historia de memorias de mi infancia. Yo le conté a mi padre lo que había vivido esa tarde y él me alentó a que lo escribiera. Idea que atesoré por años hasta concretarla.
Está compuesto por 12 páginas, algunas sin terminar aún.
Acuarela y goauche sobre papel tamaño A3.
El Árbol
An ordinary day at the grandparents: Leticia is playing in the garden while her grandparents take a nap.
Silence prevails over the warm summer afternoon. Suddenly something catches her eye: a little grey fluff suspended in the branches.
Its light feathers flutter in the air, as mother thrush beckons from the ground. The thrush´s tiny beak opens as wide as possible, full of dread.
Leticia hears the two birds talking:
- Come on, fly!
- I prefer to stay here, among the leaves of our tree.
Over and over mother thrush came and went between the lemon tree and the Gingko.
Silence, sighs and flutters... Hearts beat faster for a few seconds.
The girl´s warm fingers come to the rescue. Leticia sees the entire universe reflected in those deep black eyes.
And light fills every corner of the courtyard, bringing happiness.
