When a child feels unseen, even by itself…. When it feels overwhelmed by parental power and its inexpected excesses.
The mighty hypnotises, dominates, rules and makes invisible at his own whim. A child searches, gropes, falls and goes on again. Being unseen and yet feeling hurts. A child crawls upright, stammering… the mess moves towards a possible form, unfinished, but still a form.

The presentation shows this process, open and bare. It reads like a film in which the various stages are magnified, a possible form becomes visible. Each stage receives attention, nothing what was, is denied. What is, is. The open circle suggests the infinity of this ascent. It cannot be closed, beginning and ending cannot coincide. The form is never finished. Will there ever be a form that gives satisfaction and leads to self-acceptance?

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