Tag Archives: Death

the age of wisdom 0

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it [...]

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hrafnhildur, christopher and nathália at lingering whispers 1

Three performance artists, Hrafnhildur Benediktsdóttir, Christopher Matthews and Nathália Mello, entered the Lingering Whispers exhibitions to build a response as research towards their current subject: the concept of the body in abject and death. The subjectivity of their work is in direct correlation with the work and space at the Lingering Whispers exhibit and the [...]

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remember 0

Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant [...]

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love and death 0

Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant [...]

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