natalie rakowski

The chaos of white. Stroke of crayon leaves the first traces and a picture emerges. The picture envisages changes in the world that carries the future and the memory of the past. The world that is too big and too small to be noticed. The picture bifurcates in space and time, remaining constant. Simultaneously changing its existence and, when considering, reporting more and more changes and reflections of its space. The chaos of white paper is gradually dying. An accident, that has become the drawing, triumphs.