So is every spectacle roving over my mind as my hands engraves, its rhythm recapitulates to weave multiple traces that witnessed time and space were coming into resonance, and, commingled.
What sustained, were those fugacious tinctures drifting slowly downwards, and inlaid in my mind.
A recollection that riffled with an irregular crescendo, and diminuendo.
What was, there is.
Nature is such that through the interaction, lucidity flashed at intervals.
Light sculpture No.26 – Feathering | 7 Min 15s
Water sculpture No.6
Rhythm | 9 Min 11s
” When through the water’s thickness I see the tiled bottom of the pool, I do not see it despite the water and the reflections; I see it through them and because of them. If there were no distortions,no ripples of sunlight, If it were without that flesh that i saw the geometry of the tiles, then I would cease to see it as it is and where it is – which is to say, beyond any identical, specific place. ”
– Maurice Merleau-Ponty
Light sculpture No.25 – Variation | 6 Mins 30s
Glissade No.1 – Elements
Purple – Impression
Yellow and Red