Cosima Pitz / 2023 / CS
A blind owl awakens in a dream, moves slowly as fog over the bottom of a swamp, melts in the sun at the edge of a desert, shimmers like an emerald in a cave under the sea, waves as a shadow of a weeping willow, dancing like a flame over the ashes of an oak, arises as a black moon in a turquoise sky, whilst six-armed baldruin with wild purple hair, in a velvet loincloth embroidered with magical signs, plaited ivy and black roses is sitting on a carpet conducting his mysterious orchestra and the blind owl falls asleep