Arriving on new lands, yet reaching back to touch the old,
'lingering for a moment, before the old crumbles away between our hands.The loss keeps pushing us forward - eyes wide open..”

-There is Still a Bird Singing in My Chest (2012),
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Sensing Spaces Exhibition . 
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Opaque  by  andbamnan