Foggy, foggy world (part 1)

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I can’t imagine our world without fog in it. Much less the works of art that are full of clarity. Maybe that’s because fog is ever ambigious, unclear and touching. In our overstimulated lifes it’s a nature’s way of letting us have some peace of mind, separating us from the excess of the objects in the background. Imagination as well as Goya’s demons come into play, the scene is set just for them.

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V. Erofeev – Moscow-Petushki

I like that. I like it that my country’s people have such empty, bulging
eyes. This instills in me a feeling of legitimate pride. You can imagine
what the eyes are like where everything is bought and sold – deeply
hidden, secretive, predatory and frightening.

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