黑料不打烊

Text by artists: The animation of objects and places persists despite the proclaimed disenchantment of our world.

The human experience is premised on inhabiting the spaces we find, and our bodies join in interdependence, but

without the contours of our mind, these spaces might be homeless. There might be a glimmer of hope for us in

recognizing the sanctitude of our worldly experience, enabling us to discover spirited, yet concrete places, where we can be present and not dwell in abstraction. Abstraction is elsewhere 鈥� the 鈥渉ere鈥� can, contrarily, be well-known and loved.

There is a dire need of nearness, of presence, to foster an openness to the dim, the hidden, the shy, the silent, the

subtle, the withering, the old and the dead 鈥� along with the bright, the sprouting, the loud, the vibrant, the

saturated, the rising and the burstingly juicy. Young and old alike, may listen to the murmuring of the soil, the sand, the bedrock or feel the sun on their naked skin. Perhaps, we might even rekindle spirits trapped in tantrums.