I long
I long
I long
I have worked to create care in a poetic realm but the vey proces of creation must happen within a frame, where care is far from sight. I long for at place for dwelling, a place for intuition, a place for senses, a place for time to world with material, ideas, senses, bodies and the soul. A place where art should not be seen as a product but as a sensitive and fragile membrane that adapts and changes and therefore we must hold it carefully, we must attent to it carefully and we must care for carefully
oh I long…
VIV
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