Periods of public refrain are necessary for the mind to unravel its velvet webs and dripping veins. I refrain in order for the exchange to be complete. There are thoughts and processes which belong to the realm of silence, silent tongues and pulsing steps. The immaterial thoughts laid upon this silent page turn into textures, colors, lights, gestures and this harmonic cacophony descends into the dark night. El Greco. The night of faith, Joao da Cruz. A woman inside a room as night descends. “The very eye of the night” watches and accompanies her. A pas-de-deuxbetween the eye and the woman. A tango, an elegy, a thought, a gestures, a space, a movement, an image.
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- El Greco
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