Lightness in the words. Magic moments, and experiences slipping through fingers. Connecting and perceiving individual fragile, visceral, or hurtful sentences. A poem of infection by Václav Hrabě. A powerful emotional imagination pops up when reading individual verses. Infection is something that attacks us, hurts us, grows through the body, and interferes. Slowly and surely it expands and the body cannot defend itself. Love, can you compare it to an infection?
“I know you don’t like me, but I do.
Dissolved in blood
With tetanus germs, smoke, and the smell of arnica.“
Thanks to powerful imaginations, which appears when i read these beautiful verses, I decided to add an animation video for the installation of the glass object.
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