It is not a case of solely representing folds but rather of showing the fold as a mode of the being. The fold as a metaphysical concept, as the being’s thought. The fold breaks away from a flat world. Like a ladder, it leads to another reality within reality, to something deeper, something hidden that reveals itself indirectly. In its hollows, a strange light haunts the shadows. Shadow and light are not cut off from each other, they are of the same texture, slide into one another, they adhere to one another. Something is revealing itself.
Out of white, colours appear as if out of nothingness, prompting the question “Why is there something rather than nothing?”. Because the fold is origin. Essentially feminine, it speaks of birth. It is unique and infinite, such a snapshot taken from the genesis of time. |