artist's atelier

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there is a world you cannot enter
with your physical body
this world you sometimes see in your dreams
or in those rare moments of awareness
and spiritual clarity

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Vasco
he fell asleep and dreamed
his body was like dead
but his mind escaped in an other dimension
a different world to explore
uncertain ever to return to his body again


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variants of appearances
an 'animus' is unique and has independence
a 'program' is dependant, has to be executed
and can be copied

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his program was extracted even at quantum level
causing a permanent change
it was dying and being born at the same moment
a metamorphosis

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way to moment 0

everything known around slowly blurs and dissolves
while new forms appear
a confusing mixture of old and new
vague, fading away, taking shape, searching
backwards or forwards?
all the known forms disappearing completely
leaving the new ones isolated
without connection, without meaning
emptiness in between, huge hights and huge depths
fearsome chaos
filled with everything possible and everything not possible
here I travel in my sphere, my transporter
searching for the island
searching for moment 0