Lunar landscapes

Paper installations

Paper can withstand anything.

The soul sends out spies. Is it safe?

Things pass through him. He is not their creator.

The movement, the path – they are the engine. The outcome unknown.

Trial and error, trial and error, trial and error over and over again, ad infinitum.

Monotonous work. Every material awakens something, illuminates something.

And then he knows; the journey has ended. Silence.

The screen is ripped and transformation emerges, floating, exposed, breaking though with all its might.

And he knows that now he will rest for a bit, pause, observe, breath,

Until a new moon will rise.