Wednesday 5 April 2017

Kawamata Chiaki: Death Sentences


A fish. Dobadaded. Its eyeball sliced down the middle. Selections quivering. Images reflected on the split lens are stained with blood. Dobadaded.


Society had largely eroded away and was on the verge of utter collapse.


The shade of the shadow of light. The depth of the depths of light. Equinox of light. Extending the gold. Spreading it. The light is withholding. Going around behind the shadow of the withholidng light. Like one swimming you coop through the light...

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