Always seeking the moment when you feel the image revealing its rules. The starting point is a mystery, it just happens. And to penetrate it is without of my reach. It’s like the sudden drop into an other space, always fascinating every time. It can turn you blind for the spectator and at the same time essential for the result. It wakes you up every time. And then it starts all over again....

The big pendulum of life follows its eternal pattern

Groping I follow its invisible trace under the sand

I am a being conches of the incomprehensible, mated

with my imagines of the flowers who feed

The big mathematical numbers imitate the cockroaches’ motion

The childes laughter consoles the code in my spine

My small circle follows the others

The big pendulum turns again without memory