Anew, my several weeks residence at Civitella made me notice that it was impossible to recreate the crimson of autumn leaves on the monitor, and the midnight silence in the speakers. But the time to go back to Tokyo has come “Red Square,” 2003, installation view...
I arrived at Civitella with no set agenda, no project which I’d conceived in advance. I had recently finished a book of poems, and while I had written one or two new things since the book’s publication, I was not feeling particularly engaged by my work. I thought...
