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- moving on
- "the new vision does not arise out of nothing, but...
- no bones about it
- ambiente spaziale, lucio fontana
- critical response to the art product
- twisting my melon man
- Charlotte Perriand
- stelarc
- kurt schwitter's home
- Atsuko Tanaka's Electric Dress, 1956
- we were surrounded by a warm network of brazilian ...
- the revolution is here, shirin neshat
- On Kawara
- I trust the poet’s every nuanced ambivalence but e...
- you can't use a band-aid to stop a flood
- for some we loved
- robert smithson
- Colour is nothing but a sensation and has no exist...
- Bill Owens&Georges Moustaki . our bodies
- No title
- No title
- Birch Bark Biting
- fuck it, let's freehold this land
- No title
- found
- barbara morgan miren . takashi ni...
- hindu kush
- Andrew Laumann
- we feed each other
- assignments on my desk at work - part 1
- walker art centre
- pathways
- No title
- Birdman . McDon...
- you tell me
- hollis frampton, nostalgia
- Scopa, Scopone, Scopa d'Assi, Briscola, Burraco, T...
- inspired by chantal akerman on this cold february ...
- It's 5 o'clock on the sun
- wittgenstein, how do you feel about the internet?
- the surprise of remembering something I didn't kn...
- freud's fundamental rule
- le terra vista della luna (luigi ghirri)
- Annelise Albers- Bauhaus
- narcissism of lost causes
- Vanishing Point
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1 comment:
weirrrrrrrrrd,
i was gonna buy a knitted sack this past weekend and treat it in a similar way
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