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I think about the moment shortly before the end of time. Referring to the art of Japanese “dry gardens”, the untitled spatial composition is a silent scene of slow duration in decay. Settled on the edge of vision,
stone forms do not create their own narrative and do not have to be understood. They are silent, and the proper contemplation – which is not easy and does not promise consolation – becomes possible only
against this silence.

A series of four graphic works complements the degree piece. The theoretically absent landscape is reduced in them to the form of a linear relief, a pattern of waves. The digits ordered in rows raise the question about the relevance of the obsessive pursuit of meaning – is it necessary, or is it sometimes reduced merely to roaming the fields of the magical square?