TZVETNIK: 'Dog Rose', a Group Show
And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.
Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—
Unless… Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
w/ Johanna Blank,
Iko & Matt Machado,
Anton N. Halla,
Brayden van Meurs,
Curated by Tore Zhang and Anna Schwarz
Executed and photographed by Leif P
Poem by Anna Akhmatova
With special thanks to Sri Mariamman Kovil