The forest dawns and José (86) appears to water the garden that he has cultivated for 50 years. Insects that inhabit there, the noises and lights of the morning make it seem that this forest is not in the middle of the capital, Santiago. To this oasis come many curious visitors of the life of this painter-writer, asking why of his decision to abandon what seems so common to everyone. They fill him with questions about nature, trees, religion, pa…
The forest dawns and José (86) appears to water the garden that he has cultivated for 50 years. Insects that inhabit there, the noises and lights of the morning make it seem that this forest is not in the middle of the capital, Santiago. To this oasis come many curious visitors of the life of this painter-writer, asking why of his decision to abandon what seems so common to everyone. They fill him with questions about nature, trees, religion, pa…