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It is a crime scene or a camping spree. Shaded faces beneath foliage, illuminated by a sourceless light, hidden by a silhouette in the foreground. It is unknown where these glows come from; a bonfire or a talking circle around which a few bodies gather as if in ritual. Something circulates silently: a conspiracy, or rather a consumption—passing from one to another through an unidentified substance. Some hands carry out a colorless transaction; its object has withdrawn from representation. Others grasp a knife. A shoe seems to have gone footless—and all these absences accumulate like clues scattered across the landscape, the painting like a puzzle to be reassembled. On the other side of the circle, individuals lie drowsing; they sleep a sleep questionably heavy. What remain are unexplained gestures, of dubious logic—a choreography interrupted by the painting, spied upon from the other side of the foliage. The air is impassive, the faces placid; something of suspicion lingers. A…
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It is a crime scene or a camping spree. Shaded faces beneath foliage, illuminated by a sourceless light, hidden by a silhouette in the foreground. It is unknown where these glows come from; a bonfire or a talking circle around which a few bodies gather as if in ritual. Something circulates silently: a conspiracy, or rather a consumption—passing from one to another through an unidentified substance. Some hands carry out a colorless transaction; its object has withdrawn from representation. Others grasp a knife. A shoe seems to have gone footless—and all these absences accumulate like clues scattered across the landscape, the painting like a puzzle to be reassembled. On the other side of the circle, individuals lie drowsing; they sleep a sleep questionably heavy. What remain are unexplained gestures, of dubious logic—a choreography interrupted by the painting, spied upon from the other side of the foliage. The air is impassive, the faces placid; something of suspicion lingers. A…





















































