Something Passed Through There

No one knows what happened here.

Something seems to have opened the surface. A trace runs through the depth, as though something had forced its way through and then vanished.

Was it a landscape? A body? A memory? Perhaps it is the imprint of something that was never meant to become visible.

The forms change with every look. Where there was stone a moment ago, skin suddenly appears. Where one suspected a landscape, a figure takes shape. And a moment later it has gone again.

The picture gives no answer. It leaves only a trace. And the question of who, or what, left it there.