The Geopolitics of the Sublime
I am riding in a taxi from Kaliningrad airport to the hotel.
The taxi driver is making conversation. After a few introductory sentences he reaches his message. “If you’re interested, you can get anything here,” he states in a profound voice and winks conspiratorially. “A n y t h i n g,” he repeats, to make sure I understood.
I don’t want anything. “Anything” is too much. I am not ready for such responsibility.
Exhibition review / meditation about fear, beauty, and geopolitcal border areas.