Haze

wangechi mutu

pig installation

arnaud loumeau



All one could do was glimpse, amid the haze and chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.

- Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory