tuesday, april, first. sun and ducks.
a spot in the city where i never parked before. free of charge.
so odd that i almost expected the car to be gone, while i was
standing in front of the thousand books
in the library, trying to figure out
which ones to take home today.
Annie Proulx. George Orwell. Amos Oz.
Rick Moody. David Mitchell (second try).
Jurek Becker. Ezra Pound.
from books to images, from the library to the villa
graffiti on bridges, white petals on trees without leafs
Emily Jacir, still so present in these rooms
that are now filled with the art of another artist
Daniela Keiser. such a different mood.
same gallery, two worlds.
how to fill the space
life offers?
1 comment:
and yet you fill them all for us with the work you do :-) !
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