projekt schrift bildwerk+textwerk photographie performances
The oceanic desire never sleeps. But sometimes ... it dreams. And all senses start dancing ... and sense starts dancing too.
Waiting for the moment to begin. Waiting for the treshold to open.
Waiting for the wave to sea.
Feel the music pulsing? Hear the sigh? The red scent provides a brief halt.

I am here.
I am always here.

Awaiting the first step. Anticipating. And now the music ...


I know that you see me.

Measures flow. Yes. Hand over to be led. Yes. And the second hand enwinds. Now*.