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rosalía for i-D magazine, spring 2022

Erwin Wurm One Minute Sculpture 1997 Silver dye bleach print Albertina, Vienna

We aim. We miss. We live in the gaps between our intentions and the shit that doesn’t work out. So many emotions caught in my pipe. I pound my chest to putter it out. The machinations. Glittery enunciation. The first time I heard the sound of your voice it filled me with a sense of future perfect. The friendship I will have had. Getting to know you. Sounding without thinking. Walking. Just walking and heart beating. Out of synch, but in time.

Fred Moten & Wu Tsang, Who Touched Me? (via bergmans-ghost)

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Roni Horn, Her, Her, Her, and Her, 2004

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the world’s continual breathing is what we hear and call silence. - clarice lispector, the passion according to g.h.

when there is nothing to hear, so much starts to sound. silence is not the absence of sound but the beginning of listening. - salomé voegelin, listening to noise and silence: towards a philosophy of sound art.

silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self. - anthony de mello, one minute wisdom