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It’s late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps, or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives, I stroll down the side walk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my mind to go perfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without doors or windows. A place where nothing happens.

1999 6 videoprojections, 12 videoloops, sound (Everyday Sunshine)
Ed. of 2 + 1AP
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