portico. artist book 05/03 |
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| [On porticos: I see them everywhere. They are mirrors and objects. They are all things. They are nothing. They are frames that I walk through. They are holes in the air. They are the bending of a spoon where I see my reflection. Because it is a motion that brings me to another place. A time in the past. A memory. Or a thought. A revelation. Or a dream. The very book you are holding is a portico of porticos. Enter my body. Enter my home. Enter my dreams.] |