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Finding the Rovellis, 3: One hour with the woman who had been keeping my family's record for ninety years.
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Finding the Rovellis, 3: One hour with the woman who had been keeping my family's record for ninety years.

Finding the Rovellis, 2: A takeout menu on the sidewalk, a door propped open, and the long way to a village in Piemonte.

an Almost Visible sequence — Finding the Rovellis, 1: On my great-aunt, the French she taught me, and the fire

On dawn walks, a deliberate disappearance, and a box of letters found under a bed

On a piece with no name, a discipline borrowed from a row, and a silence that found its own place

On a fish tank, a wire in the wind, and a feeling that arrived before its name

On a church built for words, a child’s verdict, and an answer that took the room twenty years to give

On a tea house at the Barbican, the smell of burnt wood, and a small room that opened into something vast

On a brass wall, a buried stream, and the law of belonging

On hearing a poem once, and what the book couldn’t return

On making a work that undoes itself

On noticing what was always there

Colony, a coincidence, and the limits of the apparatus

What failure sounded like

An encounter with Joëlle Tuerlinckx, Chicago, 2003

A story about John Cage, a car ride, and what openness actually costs

Glenstone on a fall afternoon

What the archive offers and what it prevents.

How a prank became a method and a method became a clearing