Wit

During the making of the collection Fatal Flowers with mainly colorful but dark works,
we sometimes needed the opposite. No “fifty shade of gray”, but fifty shades of white.

The tension between the white eternity and the pure now. The blanc of the white eggshell against the light crackle of an off-white porcelain vase. The light shadow of the rhythmically repeated grain in the fungus.

Let your Mind drift to nothing.
To find something. 
In the white night.
This timeless area of space.
A whiter shade of pale.