Long ago we could tell ourselves, 'It will not happen, it cannot be!' Now we expect everything every day that previously seemed impossible. The familiar world of objects, as if...
Long ago we could tell ourselves, "It will not happen, it cannot be!" Now we expect everything every day that previously seemed impossible. The familiar world of objects, as if mixed with fiction, found its voice and began to threaten us. The usual still-life on the table could finally become a place of play, stop representing something and become themselves - unpredictable , dangerous , tragic - an impossible space.