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the stories come at night shot on 35mm
— Samuel Beckett, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On | Holly Warburton, Poppies
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i make no effort to be less delusional. in fact i encourage it
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1. igor moritz 2. holly warburton 3. livia fălcaru 4. charlotte ager 5. shanti shea an 6. faye wei wei 7. ellen he 8. maria medem 9. charlotte salomon
Shara Hughes (USA b. 1981) Spins from Swiss (2017) oil and dye on canvas 198.1 x 177.8 cm
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The Girl From The River, Ivo Eterović, 1968.
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the stories come at night shot on 35mm
I’ve spent my whole life daydreaming. It embarrasses me to think of tallying the hours. It feels like ingratitude. It feels like infidelity. It’s often been about infidelity. I’ve daydreamed while walking, while running, while drinking, while smoking—sitting in the Boston cold, seventeen years old, daydreams sprouting like so many weeds from the cracked sidewalk of a broken heart. I’ve daydreamed on every form of transport—something about commuting feels conducive to daydreaming, the pockets of time in between our commitments, and the fact of the body in motion, neither here nor there, available for an elsewhere. I’ve daydreamed to music and in silence, in solitude and in company. It’s hardly exceptional.
- Leslie Jamison, Dreamers in broad daylight: ten conversations
The Sunflower door
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