In the gray areas, between black and white, you can discover completely new worlds…
The loudest voices come from the hidden paths…
Sometimes you can just let the paper pieces dance and find their places by themselves…
If there can be no beauty without ugliness then what are we?
You don’t need million pieces, sometimes less tells so much more…
Sometimes the plain and meaningless elements can turn into diamonds and gold…
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who got the coolest shapes of them all?
Sometimes you see something so perfect it stops everything you were doing…