When we were kids our grandfather would tell us stories.
Sitting in his old kimono and puffing on his pipe we watched him in awe as the whiskey flavoured smoke danced in the rooms. His walls were covered with skulls of Kudus and Buffalos. He was a hunter.
Yet when he spoke about animals he spoke with respect, I think he loved them more than people.
He told me about endless horizons and the long walks he took to follow the beasts. He also told me he was getting old and things were changing. As our fences cut the earth we lose contact with the wild.
So when I saw the last male Northen White Rhino had died I realised he was right… Things change fast
The rhino’s death made me think of our ancestors 🦏
I miss my grandfather and the spark in his eyes.
Here's one of my prints in my house.
It's available in my online store 👉🏻 tictail.com/vanessasantos 👈🏻
Quase fim de semana!
Um dos meus prints, na minha casa.
Está disponível na minha loja online.