Showing posts with label horniman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horniman. Show all posts
Friday, 8 May 2015
hedgehog brush
It seems there may be no way
Of moaning eloquently
Yet many man-made musical instruments
Are capable
In the right hands.
http://supercommunity.e-flux.com/texts/apocalypsis-or-the-dragon-in-her-cave/
Monday, 29 March 2010
Sunday, 28 March 2010
dusty evolution
The illusion I have is of being split from head to toe, as in hemiplegia or an imperfect twinning process - with separate circulation on each side, the blood rushing furiously. There are no recalls, no flashing images, no digging in and rooting of the body - rather, the beginning of a journey such as I have never taken before. Paul Metcalf, Genoa, 1965 p 33
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
the draft from the well with the star-die on top
Todtnauberg
Revisiting Romania: Dress and Identity explores how Romanian folk art has been used to express identity and nationhood in Romania in the 19th and 20th centuries, including its use as a political tool during the Ceaușescu years.
Many of the objects were donated in 1957 following an exhibition at the Horniman, which was organised from behind the Iron Curtain.
Revisiting Romania: Dress and Identity explores how Romanian folk art has been used to express identity and nationhood in Romania in the 19th and 20th centuries, including its use as a political tool during the Ceaușescu years.
Many of the objects were donated in 1957 following an exhibition at the Horniman, which was organised from behind the Iron Curtain.
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