I had never reached a place I thought I would be within reach. Even in the vast, unobstructed, roads were blocked. I kept moving but didn't step on anything. Obviously, I moved, came somewhere, but nobody was there. With neither departure nor arrival, I prepare the space for my work.
There is no neat attire, no reason for stones, and if the apple is cut off, there is no half left.
The sculptures appear even when they are earlier or later, and one object attached here is recovered and tested in the air with this touch and appears elsewhere.The hand-moved object was not moved by me, but ordered me to move.