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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)