These days I have encountered myself thinking of this very simple work that popped into my head. A golden pin stuck to the wall from which hangs a pencil tied to a string. Through that simple structure, and its latency, a circle is described. A circle that is and that is to be. A circle of being.
It all brings me to plastic questions over drawing, but above all the process of geometry, its sacred aspect and the wheel of fortune.
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