The roots sink into the earth, and from them, lines emerge that reproduce themselves across timeless spaces. In the reflection, you can see what was left behind. In the mirror, the direction of the gaze is reversed, altering everything.
What kind of eyes are these?
What body holds on to lines and shadows in the dark, even after they have vanished? The eyes open and close. The scientific explanation of phototransduction is suspended, and new possibilities are reproduced in our inner experience, leading to new understandings of these lines of different contours that activate our memories in the presence of objects, sounds, and aromas. These carry with them atmospheres.

The idea, then, is to summon memory. To do this, it's not enough to listen once, draw once. In this way of doing and observing, we must give it time, wait for the variations in successive repetitions, to allow us to access forgotten memories.