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                               A standing point is the starting point of every story.

                               I constantly reflect on the concept of Place.

                              What makes a place?

                              Place is muddy, sticky.

                              The configuration and the dismantling of place is a stratifying process.

                              We entangle and unravel both our labyrinths and the Earth’s labyrinths.

                              We are clay.

                              We are minerals.

                              The alchemical process of ceramics is used as an instrument that supports the  
                              poetics of place.

                              Spoken words open another sculptural space: that of the mind.

                              How does the mind work? Where is it anyways?

                              Why do I link and repeat thoughts?

                              Every thought is a starting point.