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Proof of life
As always, seasonal transition brings new perspectives on familiar territory. This autumn there seems particular resonance in the marks of wear and the passing of time — in the blooms of oxidation on Carl Andre’s copper cubes, the silvered surfaces of an outside table, the patches of scuffing on a wall, the wavering stains left by drips of water down a vertical plane of timber, the falling leaves. There is poignancy, this year of all years, in this physical evidence of the interaction between people, places, weather and circumstance.
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John Pawson