immersed in the river of words

Immersed in the river of words at Branly Museum in Paris and listening to invisible dialogues between the statues, probably the voices of African artists, no longer anonymous and solely bound by tradition, I was thinking about language as a flow. Of course, we have to break it in order to grasp the meaning, but this is no guarantee you will understand and will be understood. That brings us back to the flow, which is a more reliable means of connecting the sender and the receiver. And anticipating (in)visible dialogues coming up soon at the Art Academy in Stockholm, I hope to be able to connect with an open heart.