As I was sayin', the goat's remains fade into the land, become the landscape. And they leave their mark over time...The tents in the second drawing arose sort of spontaneously – I recognize them as the wedding tents of my friends Dante and Zivile, who married last summer after spending separate nights on the mountain in preparation for their union – pitched over the carcasses of all the mountain goats residing beneath the surface of our physical world.
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