Frédéric Nogray
Ondureñas
**200 copies** "In darkness, with the shadows of the forest, bite of the plant is the tear. Intimate inner worlds and the surrounding materiality dance in unison. They snake through realities at the speed of blood. Blood is the vine. Vine bites the flesh and atomic particles flow. Pulses emerge within this motionless journey. They give life to it. They are its spark and the vehicle. By inversion of scales they also are the outcome. Sound, sounds from the many layers of the thickness of reality f…