Graduation project 2018

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To start with, there probably is no cadre. But at least somethings can be seen as one. Even in their most rigid shape, in their most measurable moment, they remain a momentary one.

An Island appeared. Not the tide made it appear, not the waves who pushed the sand. Out of the green water it appeared, bare, naked. A tiny dot on the horizon.

It seems to move up north.

Over the next week, the dot became higher above the horizon of the sea, I thought it was a little house. It stood on the right side, all the way on the shore.

The tide almost took it down.

And then the roof disappeared.

And also the walls.

Then it was build again.
Slowly it moved away.