the city of Hypatia, because the change regards words, but things. I entered Hypatia one morning, agnolia garden was reflected in blue lagoons, I ed among the hedges, sure I would discover young beautiful ladies bathing; but at the bottom of the r, crabs were biting the eyes of the suicides, stones around their necks, their hair green with seaweed. lt cheated and I decided to demand justice of the an. I climbed the porphyry steps of the palace with highest domes, I crossed six tiled courtyards with tains. The central hall was barred by iron gratings: icts with black chains on their feet were hauling asalt blocks from a quarry that opened underground. uld only question the philosophers. I entered the t library, I became lost among shelves collapsing r the bellum bindings, I followed the alphabetical r of vanished alphabets, up and down halls, stairs, ges. In the most remote papyrus cabinet, in a cloud moke, the dazed eyes of an adolescent appeared to as he lay on a mat, his lips glued to an opium . “Where is the sage?” The smoker pointed out of window. It was a garden with children’s games: pins, a swing, a top. The philosopher was seated he lawn. He said: “Signs form a language, but not one you think you know.” I realized I had to free lf from the images which in the past had announced me the things I sought: only then would I succeed understanding the language of Hypatia. Now I have to hear the neighing of horses and the cracking hips and I am seized with amorous trepidation: in tia you have to go to the stables and riding rings ee the beautiful women who mount the saddle, thighs d, greaves on their calves, and as soon as a young igner approaches, they fling him on the piles of or sawdust and press their firm nipples against him. when my spirit wants no stimulus or nourishment save c, I know it is to be sought in the cemeteries: the cians hide in the tombs; from grave to grave flute ls, harp chords answer one another. True, also in tia the day will come when my only desire will be eave. I know I must not go down to the harbor then, climb the citadel’s highest pinnacle and wait for a
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A CD Tower is tailored to use by a music collector who recognizes cd’s more readily by color and graphic rather than artist or album. The spines of cases face vertical slots on the side of the tower creating multicolor stripes as more cds are added. The tower creates a changing graphic based on the objects it contains.
Three wires act as a skeleton for a loosely wrapped sheet of paper. No rigid form is defined for the form of the lamp which is easily changed by manipulating the wires.
A series of paintings in red, black, and, white led to the creation of a simple table/wall clock which attempted to recreate the clean and elegant simplicity of the paintings.
In ikebana, flower holders are integral to the Japanese art of floral arrangment. Multiple layers prevent this holder from being understood fully from a single view and give it its own depth.