A certain level of darkness makes words disappear. A certain level of light enables the reading, the watching, and sets the scene on fire. It is a drawing for his death. The explosion of a sudden moment, an unpredictable loss of balance splattered through the surface of the paper. The repetitive juxtapositions of traces as a mirror for the passing of time - ruthless, yet soft. Words as hidden lampposts. Symbols as reminders. The work for sale is framed in a white, wooden frame.