Christoph Slu: "Only silence, a white space, graphite drawing a grey reflecting surface on my fingers. The fingers follow the flow. Dance between the emerging lines and spaces. Create, destroy and again create something new before running dry. Finally back to silence my fingers hurt. Sometimes they are bleeding." advances a flowing dance unfolds its ego and sails trough darkness back into the light forever saved although it looks like as if it would have never been CS (2013)