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Apr 2016
I make different circles, different figures,
in ways others would not.

These figurines, unique and tender,
are more than anything, if anything, they're all I've got.

From afar
they look safer, more plain, almost the same.
like playing a very easy game
closer
chaotic in patterns
routine unseen
yet every thing seems clean.

If figures would be the first you see
I wonder how different this world would be.
I'm growing back my naΓ―vity.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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