A curved wall jokes with the light. The light bathes the wall, but reaches the moment and the place in which, going beyond the curve, it takes a tangent, deciding what will be lit and what will be dark. And this movement suggests the indefinite, mutability, shading, ineffability.
And yet, as in a Flamenco dance, the development of movement, its indefinable ardour, is made real by the successive instant.That solemn, still instant that seems to challenge eternity. Thus, smooth, tall and still, a wall opposes silence. And such stillness paradoxically supports the preceding movement, giving sense to its being. House of Convexities Details of House of Convexities visited the official site here
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