Early morning,
the kingfisher swifts along the waves,
a master of time,
distorting its stillness,
for a moment it pulls,
its grids and li(n)es...
Cactus invades? Imagines future fabric materials transforming into hybrid forms between artificial and natural.
An inverted triangle, or pyramid?
Reflected and distorted faces or sounds.
People which float between here and there,
captured by the soft geometries contained in an equilateral.
-PS-
Soft
Soft is a colour
Colour is feeling
Soft is an attitude
Soft has no method
Soft has no begining
Soft has no end