“… closeness […], one that defies time and space impressed itself on her imagination. Reading Dickinson’s letters and poems she found in the work a place of recognition, a mirroring of her own inner landscape. […] She would enter more fully into the psychic spaces inhabited by Emily Dickinson to return to herself, and her present.”
bell hooks, between us: traces of Love–Dickinson, Horn, Hooks
Roni Horn: Earths Grow Thick, (catalogue), Felix Gonzalez-Torres (There it was, […] all by itself, […], it didn’t need anything. Sitting on the floor, ever so lightly. A new landscape, a possible horizon, a place of rest and absolute beauty. Waiting for the right viewer willing and needing to be moved to a place of the imagination.).
