A flooded street and a stream of running thoughts. Time, shattered into a thousand sticky pieces. The body that is pouring down the bed. Oblivious, restless, charred eyeballs. Memories of decaying flowers. An effort to remember. And again. These are some fragments from Ieva Rižė’s exhibition ÷ that create a wistful aura and the perfect … Continue reading Grains, lines and states of time