ou don’t expect what’s coming when you walk up the brick stairs at the Zollamt space of Frankfurt’s Museum für Moderne Kunst into a large open room. Cement mixers, positioned around the windows, switched on and off automatically, their spinning drums clanging with unseen contents. Windows running the length of the space were draped in gray, mesh-like camouflage, casting the room in a half-light. On a
Mire Lee Look, I’m a fountain of filth raving mad with love
Sep 05, 2022
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