Everything begins with a breath of pale gold, diffused whites, and deep tones rising across the surface. Liss, named after an English village, land of crop circles, lets a creative impulse emerge: like a cell ready to bloom, stretching fine filamentsat the boundary of shadow and light.
The movement creates a space of suspension, where substance breathes, holding within itself the secret of an origin, like the echo of an ancient sign inscribed upon the earth.