A work with no place for the superfluous: the fast, essential pencil stroke and concise, bare text throw us into what seems above all to be a sensory experience. It is winter in person that opens the doors and page after page envelops us in the vast and silent whiteness of the cloud-filled sky, and then in a blinding expanse of freezing snow.
Aoi Huber-Kono plunges us into an atmosphere that seems paralysed in the poetry of the cold to then allow us to discover with equal surprise that underneath is a world throbbing with life. Who is hiding among the snow-covered trees?
To find out we have to follow the footsteps in the snow.
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