installations

When the underworld surfaces, we are entertained by strange creatures. Not all of them are about childhood trauma and existential Angst.

You were reciting an old story, always facing in the same direction, always with the same fervent expectancy. And we all stopped and watched you open a new chapter.

There is a moment after the fire, when earth, dust and ashes float into each other. There is a lightness to their dance, a playfulness to their gathering.

teeming with life

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