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

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Choices, ways.

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

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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.

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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?

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