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Giuseppe Penone

September 17, 2012

“I feel forest breathing/and hear the inexorable growth of the wood… / I match my breathing to that of the green world around me. I feel the flow of the tree around my hand/ placed against the trunk. The altered sense of time makes what is solid, liquid, and what is liquid, solid.”

Giuseppe Penone


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