Life is full of it, remnants of memory of chess, orgies, drugs, art, text, and participative activity in the global economy. It is just another movie, another music, another theatricalisation, another form of time.
The eternal repetition of being born to everything. Waiting, waiting, waiting, we spend all our life just waiting for something that we dream, and then it just happens when we less expect it.
It is democracy when between Copyright and Intellectual Property an image is appropriated and released into public circulation. It becomes part of the supplementary part of a community, the people
From the basement gallery, an egalitarian representation of land mass, a depiction of the world boundaries, to much white light on its surface, a familiar image contesting the border zones of an entire global situation.