Enigmatic The perception of our mysterious past is enigmatic. A vibrating labyrinth leads to a surface, an abnormal concentration of energy, on which a prehistoric piece of our origin is moving. A double nature that lets matter and anti-matter coexist for a short moment. The print of a face dissolves and the enigma vanishes as if we awakened from a dream.
Ages Ages are historical periods, spans of life, the period of a human occurrence. There is always a wall, an obstacle, a distance separating us from the present. You don’t climb over a wall by wanting to pass it but by climbing over it.