Barry was institutionalized in 1953 after she was found walking the streets barefoot, carrying a pair of baby sandals and a child’s ring, and murmuring: “This is magic.”
Antoine D’Agata
To anyone who finds themselves in London before the end of January, please make a point of stopping by the photographers gallery, which is currently displaying the work of photographer Antoine D’Agata.
His work is the kind of art that seems to capture some of the most ugly moments of human nature, and yet instill them with a different kind of beauty. Ill spare you the pontification for now, but do take a look.
Pigeon Killer
I am the pigeon killer, I am the tear of sweat,
The chicken seed, The sprouting bees
That float like cinders piercing leaves.
Ill be your skirt and hug your knees,
Just wait, my limes are turning.
