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is I an eye? And am I what I see? Or do I see what I think?When everything is full, i long for the empty space for my eye to rest.Because my eye gets tired, when too much visual noise everywhere. So very close are the empty eyes of Bataille, and nowhere are the eyes of painter, that Merloy-Ponty tells me about. ...these beautiful eyes that dreams and fly! If my eye would be an ear would the horizon be the silence? Would the silence be the way to the imaginative time? To the horizontal line, where is no time? No marks of human being, just a wide perspective donating the future for spectator's eye to draw.Because I and eye reflect out and in. In and out our concept of universe. I create images out as much as eye takes them in. And this is my very own reality.And the horizon, the beautiful empty, everything promising horizon helps the eye. It is not the cartesian eye, that looks at the horizon. No! It is the dreaming eye. that can feed the wings with beauty, and thus let the soul fly z ..Ce profil est editer avec Yamour Editeur Profil MySpace Yamour Editeur Myspace