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‘les jours’ (the days) is my graduation work. It unfolds through these languid, slowly dripping days, in my daily surroundings, my immediate perception and the feeling in it. The light. Time in time. And it’s as if my heart skips a few beats, but without the frightening feeling something horrible is going to happen. These days. Always these days.

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