There was a voice; only not yet a voice, not yet a voice spoken out by someone, but only typed out on a piece of paper.
There was a piece of paper, only not yet a piece of artwork, but simply a pamphlet of the exhibition.
There was an exhibition, which holds 24 artists’ works, but not yet his work.
There was his work, with nothing shown in the gallery space, but only his words.
There were his words, only not spoken by him, but simply typed out at the very end of the listed artists, on the plain piece of pamphlet of the exhibition.