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year:
1999 size: A4 square / two fingers thick covers: hardbound (white linen) + plywood box paper: thick, greyish, bluish, creamy, not smooth print: deskjet printer language: trilingual version (Polish-English-Esperanto) open edition: 23 copies made so far Once I wrote: You,
the mountain, you’ve hidden yourself behind the labyrinth of
the
leafless tree, got lost in the misty air. But I do have almost one
hundred pictures taken almost from the same place, in different parts
of a day and of a year. I will turn these pictures into subtle
prints, cover them with unclear tales small as little clouds, tales
about everything and nothing, written in three languages ..... And
somebody wishing to see you will have to open noisily the paper
window and go through it to the text or through the text to the
picture or through the picture to the picture or through the text to
the text ....
What
do I make it for? This idea is so common among masters and fakers.
But nobody has done it with this mountain. From this place. In this
place.
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