Black oval frame….painted, very smooth and convex, inviting touch…appears as a frame but is in fact a slice of another reality: a zone that is very slow, that  goes far back in time…the zone is complete physicality, without definition, a zone of touch; its purpose is to confound…

Within the oval frame…pure white, but underneath is a shadowy, vague zone, dusklike…this zone carries uncertainty and requires trust from the one who would enter it, yet it beckons in a friendly way, it is not threatening…The air is different there, moist, like a fog, enveloping…there are no defined shapes, the eyes are of no use in orienting, though this zone shows occasional hints and glimmers of its  realm…Its perspective: to enter here, you’d better let go of the old ways of perceiving

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