
Living Fragments: On Berlin’s Winter of Broken Pieces
I, for one, want to be broken into pieces. The way sappy music breaks its lovers. We bright-lit gallery people are more reserved. But…
Read MoreI, for one, want to be broken into pieces. The way sappy music breaks its lovers. We bright-lit gallery people are more reserved. But…
Read MoreThe narrow central clerestory of The Power Plant in Toronto rises from the main floor up between its east and west gallery zones. It…
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