Skin. Skin. Skin.

Mysterious voice reveals a passage… This passage… a door to the space that has for far too long been left abandoned. The unsettled dust that raises upon this opening, reveals the unexplored with each particle… uncertain whether it is a particle of light or dust, we feel drawn and obliged to follow and enter. Enter…

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Hands of Bresson

“The things one can express with the hands…” – Robert Bresson “A work of archival criticism that forgoes the language of rigour for that of rapture… here are hands – votive, tender, purloining, trembling – that make me want to raise my own hands in gratitude to this mysterious poet.” – Sukhdev Sandhu, Sight &…

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