There is no simple picture, only a significant surface...
The starting source is one verse of the one-line versus cycle of the Hungarian poet, Sándor Weöres (1913-1989), the sixth. Tojáséj. One word at a time. As mirror translation: egg night. Changing a letter: egg shell... Quite reduced language. He renounces the rhyme, the linguistic decoration, only elemental shapes, merged two words.
Typography is fragmentary, only effort-readable... There is no simple picture, only a significant surface...
I've been researching the structural structure of the image over the past three years. I do not want to depict, but put me into the inner structure of the image and build on it, to create a structure that brings the rhythm and form like the oasis from the mists of consciousness.