My imagination has always been easily captured and held by scale. Today, for the first time (clang clang) I realised this tendency is magnified (pardon the expression) when I'm feeling overwhelmed.
So here my thoughts return to a particularly difficult day a few summers ago when I walked through Den Hague to spend some hours in Madurodam, the tiniest city in the world, where blackbirds loom over churchyards and begonias take over buildings.
And I'm thinking about Robert Moses's Panorama and a new way of mapping misery, with pink plastic triangles made by Damon Rich. I'd like to hear this conversation he and Martha Rosler had a few years ago.
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