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“I felt unease with all that air around me and lost at the edge of various, confused perspectives” – Samuel Beckett

Choices, ways.

As we move, the perception of space and the experience of time blend together.

To look through and beyond. That which is far may seem surprisingly close. Our surroundings reveal themselves as something fluid. Other plans. Future frontiers, where limits are no longer recognizable.

Traces, evidences. That which my eyes and my memory no longer reach – wouldn’t the act of gazing at the horizon be a desire to pursue the part of us that we inevitably lose?

Hoaxes of lines, shapes and surfaces. Apprehension streaked by and fragmented with landscape – space/time – in a multiple and continuous process.

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