(image)   (text) This is a land where only wild birds live. I strongly imagine you doing something big; the land holds itself. Maybe you should ask nature what she thinks about an image with your body? We have to invent a new language to communicate with other…

Something has certainly begun. Personal depths of old and a curious imagination for the unshaped, moves in me like guests at a polite party. The sound of the clothes flapping silently in the room, the flickering of lights and the noise – and something is here, presenting itself to me.…