A reverie is an inner whisper. A subtle vibration that joins bodies, shapes them, forges them and holds them.
It is also a latent garden: the murmur of water and of the beings that inhabit it. Many of these gardens emanate from a ruin, becoming a conscious and profound gaze—the kind only a reverie can grant. Brenda Ranieri’s intimate dialogue with matter speaks of all this, crossing the threshold where the tangible dissolves and the invisible is revealed.
Text by Alejandra Díaz-Guerra.