
(In Memoriam Bisi Silva. In Memoriam Okwui Enwezor.) 1. O. shows up in my dream last night. He is standing there as though listening to something. Wearing a dark, beautifully-cut suit, as usual. There’s a great look of concentration on his face. He says nothing but, finally, he takes off his jacket. He folds […]
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