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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