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I use my hands
line by line
to reexamine
to remember
to forget
pure form
generating the whole spectrum of colors
we create the best possible substitutes
to fool ourselves
a two dimensional projection of a three dimensional reality
I search within my figures and sounds
pausing between words
a paradox
a constant reminder of a lack of answers
traces.
Mediated by the elements of our environment,
buffered by symbolic objects.
self aware, overlooking,
finding spaces
in between
to discover what was already there
manifesting through solid matter
a metaphor
internally and externally
a fragmentation.
One cell of a larger human body
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