But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? #

Tea Party by Bas Jan Ader

In search of the miraculous by Bas Jan Ader

Fall II by Bas Jan Ader

Fuller Pavilion by Buckminster Fuller

Dome over Manhattan by Buckminster Fuller

Spomenik 1 by Jan Kempenaers

