coming back to the drawings, putting pieces together,
and resuming the feelings I felt in that very moment,
that was - that is - as something without time...
and trying to find 'an expression for the inexpressible'
. . .
"Time has become once more that light-footed and
invisible procession, making its way through being."
(Sylvain Tesson)
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