THE WEIGHT
A pile of books. A wall of books, a barricade, a rampart. During my stay in Bibliothek Andreas Zeust I have tried to hold all the books I could. I have touched every one of them and felt the smell of many. I have heard the sound of their different papers and, from all of that, built a weightless portrait of many things that might have been overlooked other times these books were read. It was an exercise of approaching the library from pleasure before wisdom and, in doing so, recognizing the wisdom that lies within pleasure, a knowledge often missed out that felt eager to be felt. |