Lake Studios Berlin

(to be updated)

To you Dear gaze that I do not know I might come across you one day Here I am writing to you.
It’s intriguing to think of gaze as a body part. What do I move When I move my gaze
Eyeball, muscle, skull, head, or actually my leg and foot Can it be that my gaze is rooted in the ground  That I am the eyes of the earth

three and half lost games of emancipation between chaos and handshakes

flickering gold under cold water move my gaze as a part of the body and bodies moved by the gaze

to put a flower in a broken vase that we fixed yesterday