A ppréhender not know
Seeing is not feeling
But the sight dovetails
And the body feel to the bottom of the cells.
Forgetting wants traces
Sciences hide
successive surfaces into place.
The movement is stronger than the end of the trip
In fact he is facing you.
Not until I see what has never been possible to see
is what I feel inside me
I one lived for dig
She, a red ppt.
Mary Veale, the artist.
I am a little of what she paints
I am a series of layers that deepen and stand in line with its textures and its travels.
I know the joy of moving, so that only the vision I believe inert.
This is the strategy of the stratum
Who exists without be seen
Who vibrates with no spaces.
Laetitia Bischoff
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