Sharp, vertical strokes build the wall like blades, not mass. There is no opening here, no distance to soften the... Read More
Sharp, vertical strokes build the wall like blades, not mass. There is no opening here, no distance to soften the weight: only the wall, pressing close, repeating itself upward with no horizon in sight. This is the landscape before the escape, the noise that could not yet be named, the limit "Lost Voice" was painted from. Where "Horizon 1" opens outward, "Wall" closes in.
