Little big viola whose body calls for trees, grew on micro-organic sites, golden fur caressed the whispering night. Mercurial shadows dance alive the blunt desire to live over the time machine bridge. A bird, a hooman, a tree waiting for spring, telling us a story until sounds form a “me”. Dancello of three, sounds collapse in a muse and might break free.
Darinka Pilari and Endre Kertesz