Those who gaze at us are thousands of years old.
My most exhilarating, multifaceted, my most spontaneous and mysterious Observers project made me stop my usual pattern of organizing information with ease. A new space for art arose of itself, the fatal dialogue between “it seems” and “is in reality” changed the picture of my world. I looked at the stones, and I saw that they were faces. Faces of observers of humanity, faces with traces of centuries of empathy, faces of knowledge and burden raised by my hand. Having overcome the first fear, I raised them and, as best I could, forged them worthy places in our now common reality. And now just Hold your gaze, because there is a chance that you will look Time directly in the eyes.