Here, Where Clover Whitens

Shortly, about the epic art of remembering to forget and other natural happenings

Entering an art exhibition is, for me, comparable to the thrill of a sanctuary—yes, exactly that, because as for now, I have not yet forged an appropriate term. It is a tingling you will remember forever, and still feel its sanctity later, like greeting artists you once met only through a screen, knowing that what you are about to experience has nothing…