Circles that become round and where beginning and end meet and meet again and again. Then you stand at the tide line and drift away on images of the present, past and completed future time.
It was the time when the melting water of black snow gradually took on colour. The house overlooking a new horizon stands again on indestructible foundations. The question is what I want on the wall. The images I see pass by like a slide show against and in the.. Read more…