About searching and finding art. I was looking for you day and night. Sometimes we passed each other and did not recognise ourselves, several times. I saw a hint or found a sign of another who knew you. Maybe you were looking for me as well and didn’t know it yet. I was standing in front of your work, admired it, came back a few hours later, but you had disappeared already and a new work by someone else was in the same place. Layer upon layer. Over old make new and again newer, that is how this art is created and that is how it disappears. The memory of it and the inspirations emanating from it remain, the location has remained the same, only time has changed. Accidentally one can even see the artist. So search and find.