The forms when they dance, the colours when they talk, and the lines when they get together or leave each other… when they stand tall or smoothly wander before they fall... the texture, the temperature, the sensation and the feeling...

The words that echo in the space, the scene we imagine of the place, the picture of a familiar face… the memories of a distant past… the glance of a stranger that didn’t last

It’s then when we feel the meanings of things, it’s there where we meet ourselves, where we try to be more open to our differences… to see the invisible, to hear what was not said, and to understand without knowing…