Sunday, December 21, 2008

Nasreen Mohamedi

So often dreams of utopia lead to nightmares of dystopia. But pocket utopias have a beginning, middle and end, they're definable. My Pocket Utopia ends at the door of my relational space.

Yesterday I left Pocket Utopia and walked out into the cold to Nasreen Mohamedi at Talwar Gallery. I found another pocket utopia.

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