the arctic circle snatched from
virtuality for a distance of a thousand metres from the base to the
tip of a Finnish mountainside, set into the landscape. making visible
something invisibilizing. A geographer's trauma. childhood
phantasmagoria. The restless brush, stroke upon stroke, moving in a
proverbial bee-line over sticks and stones. a hair's breadth from
slapstick, drawing the yellow line in yellow work overalls through
the Finnish forest. piero manzoni let out of the box like the
bewitching genie out of the bottle. the gaze never leaving the
ground. not for a moment. the stencil not even unpacked. Free of any
artificiality just following the rhythm of the movement. Having
arrived at the top, an ironic glance back at the linear history of
the line-country artistes.
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