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Confinement 2022

Standing on the ground of existence, gazing at the horizon, we only see objects but no idea of nothingness. The border of the sky and the sea merge at the end of my vision. I imagine when all things have vanished into the void, will there be a piece of dust as "me" in the chaos?


In the confrontation of contacts and the separation of gaps, stainless steel and stone constitute possibilities that have not yet happened, a moment of birth or burial, hope or disappointment.

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