Here in this carpet lives an ever-lovely spring;
Unscorched by summer’s ardent flame,
Safe too from autumn’s boisterous gales,
Mid winter’s cruel ice and snow,
’Tis gaily blooming still.
Eyes hot-seared by desert glare find healing in its velvet shade.
Splashing foundations and rippling pools,
In cool retreats sore-wearied limbs restore,
And tired hearts awake with joy once more.
The way was cruel.

- anonymous Sufi poet

what remains.
a walk through my grandmother's house, from a child's perspective.

In my work animals are the mediators. They share pictorial and imaginary space with things and objects and sometimes written messages. My work does not lend itself to simple interpretation. Neither is it about illustration or the cheap emotions of personified domesticated and wild animal. Nor are urgent ecological questions subliminally addressed here. Instead, often the titles suggest that my work draws parallels between animal postures and human psychological processes.

Various works by Natalia Weiss that are not (or not yet) part of a series.