...not by me. By the editor of a The Hague artblog. I have lived in that city for 11 years. It is one of those cities that you think you will never like, and then as time progresses, you come to love. And you'll never be able to really define in words, why. Other cities are bigger, cooler, more modern or more old or more photogenetic, but.... this something. Beijing has that too. An unlovable city unless you keep at it, and then suddenly, she wont let go of you.
But enough about cities. This here is about art, published on Villarepubblica on the 11th of april. All in Dutch, and it is a long story, an ode to thinking and smoke and Hannah Arendt, to whom the drawing the author is talking about, and looking at, is dedicated. So here is to thinking. With and without smoke and mirrors.
Tussen einde en begin #23: Marije Bijl
Hannah Arendt smokes another one, XIII.