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I can smell out a lie, the kind that underwrites a life, even if it has been camouflaged in a work of art. It is something you can feel when all honesty is lacking in the way you are being addressed.

Efva Lilja, Dance: For Better, For Worse

This blog is becoming a series of quotes … apologies

Up next Forsythe Company’s ‘Nowhere and Everywhere at the Same Time’ Nowhere and Everywhere at the Same Time Turbine Hall is vast, almost as high as it is long. From the cafè we are guided down the long ramp, given cushions, and enter the Hall. The audience
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