A long-awaited rain has soaked the ground. The soil is fertilized, the sky is clearing.  The inside / outside theme transforms through the day, in dialogue continuously carried on from one visitor to another; forming a braid, where the strands are concepts such as abstraction, resonance, gravity… A dialogue where words don’t dictate, but detect; where there is no right or wrong, only truth.

What fits between representation and abstraction? I don’t know yet… is it the gift of flying?

Thank you – Kennet, Johanna, Cecilia, Hannes and others!