Mourning and Love
Hertha Hansons’s painting reminds me of something. Perhaps it’s just a feeling, the meaning of which shifts, surfaces, and disappears.
Hertha Hansons’s painting reminds me of something. Perhaps it’s just a feeling, the meaning of which shifts, surfaces, and disappears.
Which memories do we preserve together, and which do we allow to fade into oblivion? It’s in that murky space that the collective coyote operates.
The main exhibition at the 61st Venice Biennale is a spiritualist séance with no spirits present.
Many of the pavilions at the 61st Venice Biennale manage to transcend the outdated structure of national representation.
Transgressive creatures in the Nordic Pavilion.
