This was clearly not the place where the ice-cap had gone in hiding, far from it. It was a small space filled with darkness and silence. The penguins and the yellow butterfly were sitting one next to the other, shivering and wondering why they had ended in this chimney. However, remembering that whatever goes up invariably goes down, they thought that the door that had vanished should probably be replaced soon by another one. They asked the yellow butterfly to look around for a door and after 2 minutes and approximately 15 seconds he stated that he had found something, a strange metallic item that looked like a toaster but smelled like an apple. They all gathered around the yellow butterfly but could not identify what he was hinting at, possibly because the darkness was intense. Instead, one of the penguins fell deeper in what seemed to be a space shaped like an inversed funnel and screamed that he had touched something cold and that this could be the ice-cap. All rejoiced and sang the song of victory but in a language they did not understand, a fact which stunned them deeply…
This was clearly not the place where the ice-cap had gone in hiding, far from it. It was a small space filled with darkness and silence. The penguins and the yellow butterfly were sitting one next to the other, shivering and wondering why they had ended in this chimney. However, remembering that whatever goes up invariably goes down, they thought that the door that had vanished should probably be replaced soon by another one. They asked the yellow butterfly to look around for a door and after 2 minutes and approximately 15 seconds he stated that he had found something, a strange metallic item that looked like a toaster but smelled like an apple. They all gathered around the yellow butterfly but could not identify what he was hinting at, possibly because the darkness was intense. Instead, one of the penguins fell deeper in what seemed to be a space shaped like an inversed funnel and screamed that he had touched something cold and that this could be the ice-cap. All rejoiced and sang the song of victory but in a language they did not understand, a fact which stunned them deeply…
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As always an intriguing and delightful piece…I’m curating our Studio exhibition programme for this year and am planning a small show of european photographers that I’d like to include a couple extracts from this series…would you be interested in allowing me to include a couple sequences? I’d happily print them here and mount them to your instructions. You can email me direct at profdavid_manley@me.com
Eric Tistounet 
As always an intriguing and delightful piece…I’m curating our Studio exhibition programme for this year and am planning a small show of european photographers that I’d like to include a couple extracts from this series…would you be interested in allowing me to include a couple sequences? I’d happily print them here and mount them to your instructions. You can email me direct at profdavid_manley@me.com
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