M. Cizek

Blood 4’04“

The thought disappears – in the rattling of the night. What does it hide, what does it represent? A noisy soughing – appears on the horizon – rhythmical – structured – hardly discernable, still – disappearing at once – apparently eluding any sensual form. Did it come from inside or was it only an illusion - of my external being? What has remained and what has disappeared?

(Photo: Cizek)





	MARTINA CIZEK
	Blood 4’04“ The thought disappears – in the rattling of the night. What does it hide, what does it represent? A noisy soughing – appears on the horizon – rhythmical – structured – hardly discernable, still – disappearing at once – apparently eluding any sensual form. Did it come from inside or was it only an illusion - of my external being? What has remained and what has disappeared? (Photo: Cizek)