Leaving London’s Serpentine Gallery, I faced a bewildering encounter with Kensington Gardens. My face resisted against the dusky breeze, lungs opened hospitably to the air, and I was self-assured the green expanse continued beyond the horizon.
I had re-entered a space of certainty and familiarity, a departure from the constricted navigation and deceptively benign buttress of Michelangelo Pistoletto’s The Mirror of Realisation. The exhibit is an effecting reproduction of Pistolletto’s Labryinth installation. [Read more about this exhibition at Flux Magazine]