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.
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"butchers coat / hung from a rack/ cigarette smoked, swollen knuckled / stained with rust and flake / left to bruise"
wolfgang tillmans / poem excerpt / lasse dearman
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