FLYING CREATURES OF FRA ANGELICO

Hypochondria, insomnia, restlessness, and yearning are the lame muses of these brief pages. I would have liked to call them Extravag anzas . . . because many of them wander about in a strange outside that has no inside, like drifting splinters. . . . Alien to any o rbit, I have the impression they navigate in familiar spaces whose geometry nevertheless remains a mystery/ lets say domestic thick ets: the interstitial zones of our daily having to be, or bumps on the surface of existence . . . In them, in the form of quasi-stor ies, are ...[Leer más]