novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- how you love is what you see from Oscar Wilde's De Profundis: For my own sake there was nothing for me to do but love you. I knew, if I allowed myself to hate you, that in the dry desert of existence over which I had to travel, and am traveling still, every rock would lose its shadow, every palm tree be withered, every well of water prove poisoned at its source. [Quoted by Alice Aycock to describe her feelings about art, in remembrance of Dennis Oppenheim (1938-2011), ArtForum, May 2011.] 8:50 am - 05.06.11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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