Judgement Day Christ he’d always been thin, never a pick on him, but I’d never seen him as thin as he was at that moment, standing there in the kitchen with the grey hair hanging in his face and the rain dripping off him like a drowned dog. Not even the old anorak he...
“Self Portrait with Blindfolded Eyes,” 2002, video still “Museum Visit with Blindfolded Eyes,” September 26, 2002, Galleria Nazionale dell’Umbria “Self Portrait with Blindfolded Eyes #16,” 2002, pencil on...
At my stage of the game I am able to get good blocks of time to write and think at home, but some key element goes missing. I think that element is the time to dream. At Civitella, with the weight of daily cares and obligations lifted, I found myself in a blessed...
