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…
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Translation & Transcription: A Conversation with Shelagh Keeley
The 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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