POTATURA Fra la collina e le viti    Pruning vines tracing the lines of the vineyard Winter light catches the branches long lines stretched along the wires entwined suspended in the air a drawing in space As I prune my hands draw in space I trace observe, decide, edit, cut, pull The sound of the cut the resistance of the wood the release Chaos becomes order order becomes chaos Each cut sharp and clear Tendrils holding tight last year’s branches hanging An insect casing bark stripped by deer old cuts moss and lichen Pulling the old growth free I trim what holds it in place Freed the branches fall to the ground tangled rearranged They are mulched left to decay or gathered for charcoal The branches themselves transform their lines becoming new material a memory of the vineyard a trace on the paper unseen connections emerge Lines are edited recorded traced drawings in reverse a cycle of growth decay and renewal What was dense becomes open the branches fall a different image gnarled vines between the posts wires pulled tight new shoots to tie new vines to plant     Each line from the vineyard holds a moment—observed, drawn, and recorded.