The nothing is real.
It begins: we look for it, we see it, we
catch it and then, it disappears.
We never had it. It’s still there,
Frame it two, five, thirteen times. Dark,
darker, brighter, bright, blind.
It’s never gone.
The nothing is too real: glowing even in
the darkest, taking over the brightness.
A glimpse of a moment. A image in
your mind. A piece of a dream.
A sleight of hand.
[A project in collaboration with the photographer Bea Rodrigues]