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It appears, and disappears




 I feel like people and air are constantly changing in the space and something is constantly born in this place and disappear to other somewhere. The purpose is to visualize something invisible in the space with the breath. Neither trace of a nail nor a footprint disappear faster in the environment than ones breath made visible on a surface like a window.

To exhaling is as well as that to produce something new one, and it is temporary and included possibility of disappearing.

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