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Artist's Statement
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Beyond the realm of thoughts,
Beyond the wall of reasons.
The present moment sharpens the senses.
The spirit of senses guides the animate, the inanimate.
Alive with its own materiality,
The forms emerge, the colors dance
In harmony of its own desire and prodding hands that listen.
No one¡¯s will speaks, only desire to be.
Beyond the realm of order, to experience death in chaos.
Where the cool breezes of wind prevail, Waiting the moment,
The erotic moment of the transgression.
January 2004
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