Sands of Time
As I walk through the sands of time, she tries to move me - to a kinder thought, to a deeper knowing. She returns me back to earth, moving me out from beneath the weight of myself.
She guides me to a safe place to be.
And as I forge myself through the desert, at last I see. That my mother,my home, has always been me. -Whitney Ruzzi
Loveletters To the Sea
The sea and I are very, very old friends.
One of my most beautiful and earliest memories in life is me collecting tiny objects in nature.
Each discovery filled me with so much joy.
Over the years, my collection kept growing and became an essential part of my own being.
I still remember where I found which shell and which stone in which bay.
I even remember who was with me and the energy. These Items are charged with meaning.
Even the smallest ones receive a unique spot in my home.
Till this day, the habit of collecting is my form of meditation. Getting recharged by the energy of the sea, salt and sand covering me with a second skin.
The skin I feel most comfortable in.
After the treasure hunting, I go home with a new future for all these broken stones and shells.
Knowing they will contribute to the next chapters of my life,
where I’ll make everything around me beautiful. That will be my purpose.
My heart is with nature. That’s why I am an artist.
-Whitney Ruzzi
