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Two designers with Atelier Hitoshi Abe, both dirtied and strained, stand firmly across from one another – their backs arched away, as though their minds were emitting ideas that were magnetically opposite. The light of the evening sky makes a bloody battleground of the heavily stirred mud between them while a rope, once white, then brown, now red – streaks taut against the sky.
The men lock eyes and then;
The Other: (Similarly) – THICK
The rope splits, and two ideas are free to exist opposite each other in Hitoshi Abe’s building for the Kanno Museum.
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