Last season. Malmö, t’ gooi and Amsterdamse bos with snow

2018 Julia

In your face! Says the lady at the bottom of the staircase, she was entirely dressed in blue, with white straight lines, red hair, pointing towards me with a bag that looked like it was her first day outside of the checkered box shaped structured house she lives in. Her face looks elegant, minimal I can easily follow the lines. What would she feel like? She seems to write something down a repetition of single Singel single Singled Letters numbers, composed with a fluent overlap. I can’t stop thinking of the the empty space she seems to leave like this My mouth gets dry, i realize This is an experiment This is not real I try to measure Everything seems so geometric But play-full Tell me everything I say The brighter it wil get Fast motion blur becomes more than vague It’s a repetition It’s flat Patience she says.

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Giulietta - Interlude No 2