Flat surfaces, void of any traces of humanity, no trace of life, or rather of our common earthly definition of it.
In the depths of this stillness and from absolute silence ,rhythmic gyrations present themselves , contradicting the wasteland of no time nor space.
This suspension of forms in empty space signals birth and life.
The challenge is whether this life is terrestrial or of other plants.
The timelessness and spacelessness of these rotating forms in an unspoiled setting,
Put me in a pleasant ecstasy ,resulting in a collection bearing the same name :
“pleasant ecstasy “.