Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo
A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.
The consequences of a wavering mind.
Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.
Davide Groppi ‘writes with light’ and sets a church-turned-gallery aglow in
Italy
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The Italian lighting designer’s exhibition illuminates Volumnia, a
deconsecrated 16th-century church in Piacenza, and previews two compelling
new lamps (un...
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