When we look jointly we see a mirror lens to invert his vision, the impression of presence, the passage of time. Another timepiece. At moments within these dark corridors, moments of rupture, it meanders, the decisive moment, like a pair of restless, insomniac twins. They can no longer be sure the length of time in […]
Green moon rises a sliver of a question over fields and towns. Colours are cars that run one into another a gridlock of dots crossing a space not marked by boxes. Look closer. What you see is not what you get. What happens outside the frame is enough to enclose you. (after Paul Klee)
Inspiring evening at the Tate Modern this evening, run by Pascale Petit. Tonight we were in the Mira Schendel exhibition at night with no one but us. Great article from The Observer on the exhibition: Mira Schendel.