It was changing. all the time. Every minute. It was coming and we did not need any words to speak. Balance. Equilibrium.
We enjoyed it.
| entrance room has been repaired |
| Storage room |
| white in white |
| white in white |
| white in white |
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| white in white |
| white in white |
| white in white |
| white in white |
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| white in white |
| cakes are moving |
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| white and sand |
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| sand and white |
| sand room |
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| sand room |
| already one white cleaned room, no art today |
| from empty room into a full one (full of meanings) |
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| trash room changed into a storage room (and cakes have been moved here) |
| room full of meanings (and materials) |






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