Bram Stokers Dracula
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Michel François . Souffles dans le verre (noir), 2002. Glas, Nylonfäden, Mundgeblasene Glasballon, die das Luftvolumen eines Ausatmens umfassen, 360 cm x 140 cm x 140 cm.
Ausstellungsansicht Centre Kerguéhennec Bignan.
Private Collectium Belgium, Courtesy Carlier/Gebauer
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“
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t want to live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
Somebody …
—
Gotye ft. Kimbra - Somebody That I Used to Know lyrics
Every time you hear this song it’s like the first time you’ve heard it. It’s amazing!
It also speaks to me indefinitely.
Caroline Cox. ‘Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky. At Sarah Bowen Gallery, Bklyn, NY, 4/05-5/0.
Circles of phosphorescent red punctuate the interplay of light, dancing on the suspended mirrors and on the floor, but we see them only in reflection; we cannot see the red directly. We can detect their source though; the painted underbellies of the suspended mirrors. The effect, subjectively speaking, is not so much to remind us of what we cannot see amidst this field of seemingly endless light and refraction, but to seduce us with the suggestion that we can in fact see everything at once. We see the top and the bottom of things, the clarity and opacity of things. We can see to the edge of the universe and also can begin to understand that there are no edges at all; that everything, from the smallest drop of water to the largest galactic cluster possesses within itself an equal infinity of space and meaning.
- Matt Freedman, catalog essay
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