has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
There’s a man hanging from a tree.
How he got there, nobody knew.
It was the morning of a September blue,
When people noticed him while passing through.
They were pointing and screaming,
Then the cops showed up.
They redirected the traffic,
But it all came to a stop.
What’s your name, Mister?
Yelled one cop.
What did happen to you?
Who the hell did tie you up?
God did, Sir, the man then said,
I’ve been an asshole part of my life,
Trying to please some people,
Whom I’ve loved with all my strife.
Well, well, said the cop.
We’ll find you a very long ladder,
Until then, you’ll stay put,
Unless you want to hang there forever.
handcut and handprinted on japanese paper, edition: 5 reprints,
wood block destroyed 2015
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