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"She leaves to chance the sculpting of a gesture where nothing is preconceived. Each image is a verse and each flash of light contains an infinite blackness of doubt and mystery. An elf, she is bored by her forest of rectangular walls. She goes out into the fresh air, has fun and in a fraction of second returns to her hiding place. She searches for the meaning of existence.  She wanders amongst the light and shade, the mid-tones and glints of light..."


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