FairyTale 2o12 she is dancing on a ramage passing through a silk drape she enters thousands of parallel and shifty stripes she seems to dream about emptiness and fullness leaving any useless ornaments behind she opens her eyes again passing through a trapezium, a square, an ellipsis she encounters metallic reverberation the light shines on thousands of crystals turning into drops of colour nirvana blue, curry, foliage, a wine chalice modelling clay she aligns the sweet curves of an art nouveau inlay altering and redrawing them straight it's a fairytale which increases vertigo it's a place where nothing is what it seems she is the only one to not let herself be deceived reality is always one and only