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“Torneranno i vecchi tempi

Con le loro camicie fiammanti

Sfideranno le correnti

Fino a perdere il nome dei giorni

Spesi male per contare solo quelli finiti beni

Per non avere da pensare a niente altro se non al mare”

- Negramaro, Fino all'imbrunire

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Genio.

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🖤🖤🖤

In 1976, Abramović  met Ulay, a West German artist who would become her lover and collaborator for the next twelve years. The duo fell into an impersonal abyss, losing their selfhoods and attempting to become a single entity through arresting performances such as Breathing In/Breathing Out, where they locked mouths and breathed each other’s exhaled breath, eventually filling their lungs with carbon monoxide and falling unconscious. By 1988, their romance had run its course; in typically atypical fashion, the pair decided to part by walking from opposing ends of the Great Wall of China until they met in the middle, and then said goodbye.

On the opening night of Abramović’s retrospective in 2010, the erstwhile lovers were reunited. The video above shows Abramović, sitting and steeling herself for her next silent interlocutor. Ulay approaches, and Abramović, a veteran of such difficult performances, looks up to what may have been the single most unexpected sight of the night, jolting her dignified composure. Their reunion is a deeply tender scene.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAID_2iKO5Y)

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