Jean-Manuel Duvivier, Italie
Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin, Sasha Pivovarova
Lowell Herrero, Nap After The Harvest
Cornelia Hediger, Exit
Carla Lovato, Morning Coffee
Édouard Boubat, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris, 1948
Andrea Del Castagno, Dante Alighieri, Francesco Petrarca, Giovanni Boccaccio, ca.1450
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Mischa Richter, São Paulo
Renée Chio, You Don’t See Me
Jan Welters, Bianca Balti
Lois van Baarle, Aardse Liefde
Bruno D’Amicis, Summer field impressionism