It is still alive although it is not only an orchard. It becomes some sort of human being, who remembers it and would like to regain it, or to return it to someone after many years…
What used to be the orchard is me today – ‘only’ such a change…
What exactly is orchard? – what I recall, and what I reject. Orchard defines me, and I do not wish to be defined. Orchard is trying to put down my roots, and I do not wish to wander. I would like it to be as intangible as breath. Then anything maybe saved, even if nothing remains. Therefore the orchard is transformed, transformed by me, with me.
Orchard – seemingly not rooted, but maybe thus more ‘orchardised’, as it had to live in my memory, breathe my breath, swell up within my blood, mature within my desire. How could I renounce it? Deny it? It still exists. Nomadic orchard – myself. This is the very nature of the meeting – it transforms to rescue.
Katarzyna Majak