DIVINE GEOMETRY I know there is a secret agreement between creation and matter. I have seen it in the spirals of certain shells and in the harmonious ratios of a leaf: the details were enough to follow the traces of a geometric fascination. In prolific evenings I pursue an ordered subdivision of space, as strict as an abstraction; I outline mesh and spiral forms. Once again I see the symmetric sculpture-knits I dreamed of with Capucci. The colours fade to white, shapes melt in the heat of the sun, sharp edges smoothen out. The vast expanse of black and white four-colour printing sees the appearance of colour: blinding, solar whites, washed-out blues, Tahitian turquoise pulsating with light, screeching yellow like the colour of folly. Knitwear rejoices in shibori spots or the chromatic expansions that add a three-dimensional quality to linear sculptures. There are camouflage geometric shapes in coloured patchworks and materials in the same garment that contains all the shades of earth, stone, corals. And so knitwear again becomes matter, colour echoes dreams, shapes are collections. I have made geometric shapes and, again, at the centre there is a woman. Will her exasperating body escape order? Will her name once again be Eve?