[work in progress]
over there, beyond image, other images are outcropping, rising from the depths of the night. Images found under ashes, bursts of embers fanned by a long wait. They arrive with strength, they burst, powerful, and disrupt the order of history. The images sealed in the album collapse under their pressure, they are slipping into the abyss of time and spreading, following rhythm of reminiscences. On the other side, forms are being shaped, are drawn in hollow, are rising and their flight deliver the ghosts recluse in the nets of silence. There, on the other side of the sky, another life is written, a life where the ineffable has a face and the unheard-of, an existence, creating an intimate mental word.