... searching within oneself, uncovering lines, entering light, receiving shadow ... From somewhere to somewhere. Captured, absorbed in place and time. In a cave from which it is not possible to ascend. Overwrited from the outside and inside by rhythmic strokes of simple vertical lines. Abstraction emanating from the most concrete feelings and understanding of the horizon. External and internal. Accepting the shadow, undressing oneself in front of oneself. Point in the distance. You recognize him in yourself. So deep inside you that it seems to you that you are not able to see so far and deep. The horizon to which you try to approach through your own actions and thoughts. You do not feel fear, only an inner need. Inner horizon, point, space, line. ... not to lose yourself, to find yourself, to restore yourself ... searching for the horizon in all its breadth and depth.
Or not
