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70 x 100 cm

Myriads of stars


Myriads of stars are mirrored

in the wing of a tiny butterfly, and yet

the genesis of these worlds upon worlds

is of the utmost simplicity.


Let there be light, let there be me,

for I am the light.

That’s how it begins.

Every day.


Let there be night, let there be day

for I am the day. And the night.

That’s how it begins on the first day.

Every day.


Let there be yesterday,

for I am remembrance.

That’s how it goes on.

Every day.


Let there be you,

for I am you.

That’s how it is.

Every day.


Every brand-new day

the light shines

for me





Day's that are not days