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The Milk (and dry riverbeds) of Dreams, part 2.
It is always difficult to pinpoint discoveries and inspirations experienced at a major art event. Just as I’m browsing tons of photographs (even though my camera stopped working at some point during my visit to the biennial), more than three weeks after I came back from Venice, I’m realizing how the whole experience is still very much alive and constantly shifting,…
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The Milk (and dry riverbeds) of Dreams, part 1.
Approaching the airport in Treviso, I already saw the completely melted glaciers in the Alps and had read about severe drought in northern Italy, the worst in 70 years, which emptied out the riverbed of Po. I was also aware of the inevitable irony of the fact that I’m worrying about it sitting on a…
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Switching gears
The end of academic year is traditionally the time, when I suffer (not surprising). The suffering is related to my own assessment of where did most of my energy go over the last 10 months. Yes, yet another year is passing by when I promised to myself to write more, to research more, and to…
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