"It is the middle of the night. I toss and turn on my burning hot pillow. Morpheus despises me. I hear the sound of a carriage coming from afar. I hear a horse trotting; briefly galloping; the sound echoes and fades into the night; a locomotive whistles in the distance. It is the middle of the night."
(Giorgio de Chirico)
From memory to light:
For the dark season, Tadan has turned two historical finds from the workshop archives of the Royal Porcelain Manufactory into light objects that do not illuminate the world, but illuminate the drama of form.