PROJECT | INFO | EXHIBITION
the lines start to dance
the wheel glides along softly
the wind whispers low
steps echo loudly
a strange shadow follows me
time moves on slowly
fingers touch the light
faces appear as mirror
no eyes see anymore
night light from the screen
the wind speaks unheard by all
a gaze disappears
faces in the glass
people fade and others come
silence takes their place
where does the road lead
time freezes within the space
the moment passes