Galería Mascota, Ciudad de México November 10, 2017 - January 5, 2018
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself:
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Excerpt Tea at the Palaz of Hoon by Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself:
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Excerpt Tea at the Palaz of Hoon by Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)
