VI.BE

Three months of lockdown and time freezes. One loses oneself in a somewhat troubled feeling where the days are similar and pile up. We don’t know how to say, we don’t know how to do, there are no instructions and the wait digests us. A few lost sentences awaken the unexpected. A sudden need for light, to get out of the emptiness and the fog, like a desire to eat the night. The unexpected is scaffolded by back and forth and forms stand out in the distance.

Suspended, shaking the time. And here is that Brümes rises.