Thursday 13 September 2012

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life


Created with dust collected from the streets of lower Manhattan in the aftermath of 9-11:
True Wisdom is not like the tree; 
The mirror bright is nowhere shining;
As there is nothing from the first,
Where does the dust itself collect?




 Xu Bing - Where Does the Dust Itself Collect (2004)

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