Whether it's an idea, a movement, a sensation, or a meeting, there is a passage, a bridge, a connection. An opening, however small, that sometimes takes on the appearance of an exit.
There is also a trajectory in the work of a bookbinder. Their linen, hemp, or silk thread connects the pages and gives them meaning. Its essential nature cannot reduce it to a beginning and an end; it is the after.
Doors open and close but never imprison. There are also shooting stars, which meet and continue on their trajectory. From this transitory state comes the promise of a tomorrow, a new story.
