Side by side dozens of clouds are rising up. The moment of explosion freezes under a layer of luminous glaze: pink, yellowish, orange. The mosaic printed on satin hovers slightly above the ground. Behind the curtain a script is revealed, that unfolds on the floor. The letters are scattered with fine grains of sand.
The words are excerpts from an interview I did last year with a woman who told me about her childhood over sixty years ago.