Showing posts with label wolfgang tillmans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wolfgang tillmans. Show all posts

arrangement




I find Wolfgang Tillman's method of installation particularly inspiring - especially the last image (Maureen Paley) where hues of colour seem to lead the arrangement. 

red




"butchers coat / hung from a rack/ cigarette smoked, swollen knuckled / stained with rust and flake / left to bruise"


wolfgang tillmans / poem excerpt / lasse dearman

line / space





























John Cage, Where R = Ryoanji R/17 - 2/88, 1988 / Wolfgang Tillmans, Friends, 1998