Brani, immagini, microstorie, visioni Quello che non è entrato in Unessential Dublin, quello che si è sviluppato da Unessential attorno e "accanto" a Francis Bacon
Di Sabrina Campolongo
Mi avvicino, non voglio farlo in fretta, alla minuscola porta (i quadri che uscivano di là, tra porta e scale strette, erano tutti graffiati the edges) screen from a sheet of glass. The study is there, every brush, every jar, every shred every empty bottle, hundreds of pictures, pages torn from books and magazines - doctors, many of them - and the walls completely covered with paint, palette, walls, walls, towels, all the beyond the glass. Near and yet untouchable.
I miss being able to smell. Do not move anything, I would not move even the dust, but to be inside the room, suspended, immaterial, to see how the light that falls from the window overlooking the roof is reflected in the mirror chipped. As the alcove of a brothel, he needed to look at the mirror while making love with canvas, I'm sure.
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