Apocalypse 4,8

I start by making a scaffolding of lines, lines multiplied like repeated musical notes, like a child playing with bricks, not constructing anything definite. Then on these coloured penstrokes I write the sacred text. The lines therefore become the foundation for the text. I'm thinking of the Incarnation, the Creator creates from nothing, for He is the unique source, then - surprise!- He enters His own world.

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