Petra Hudcová

Jump the fence.
Network breach.
Gap between.
She's playing pretend. She's acting as if.

It's complicated, is it simple?
This one sounds hollow, this one looks smooth.
It's hard, it's soft.

The hands are on, inside; but it doesn't touch everything.
This is rolling, rolling, stopping.

The journey continues.
Will it last?

Red, blue, yellow and white.
He's hitting an obstacle that's deceiving the eye.
She stumbles, stops short, as if restrained.

Standing, crouching, looking down.
It follows straight lines, but often changes the rules.
When they hang like that, it's not clear which side is "up" from "down"

Sometimes she puts away what she picked up before, but maybe she still uses it.

But right here and now is the time when everything will happen.
It's your turn.