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Buch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Running In the EveningI've run until my breath has gone away;the rising winds disturb the forbidding sands;the cacti rustle with the close of day,their blackened forms in all directions stand.My eyes are dazed from the shimmering heat,the lemon-gusts of sage dry out my nose;I look around as evening, like a sheetof darkened blue, to moonless blackness grows.A windless rustle eerily crawls awayagainst horizons always past my sight.I can't be sure now--what has come my waycould be the wind--or something from the night--And as the darkness chills my sun-burned skin,I sense the desert slowly closing in.…

113 pp.; 29.8 x 21.6 cm.; glue bound; black-and-white & color; edition size unknown; unsigned and unnumbered; offset-printed; October 2012 issue of the Chinati Foundation Newsletter. Contents include: "The Whole Judd," by Marianne Stockebrand; "Judd, Bagpipes, Tartans, and Times," by Sterry Butcher; photographs by Luisa Lambri; "Artists on (and in Honor of) John Chamberlain," by Amy Sillman, Mark Flood, James Rosenquist, Oscar Tuazon and Chamberlain on Chamberlain; "Looking at Arp (Reading Judd)," by Arie Hartog; "Hans Arp & Donald Judd," by Arie Hartog; "Jean Arp," by Donald Judd; "Five-Element Stupa in Optical Glass," by Hiroshi Sugimoto; "Conservation Report: Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's 'Monument to the Last Horse,'" by Bettina Landgrebe and a feature on artists in residence 2011 - 2012, including Justin Almquist, David Fenster, Rob Fischer, Karl Haendel, Frank Benson and Ester Partegas. Also includes information on a benefit print by Charline von Heyl, the membership program, community garden, internship program, visitor information and staff news. Text in English and Spanish. Very Good / Fine. Light bumping of top right corner of publication and spine corners, otherwise Fine. …

Gebunden. Zustand: New. KlappentextrnrnRunning In the EveningI ve run until my breath has gone awaythe rising winds disturb the forbidding sandsthe cacti rustle with the close of day,their blackened forms in all directions stand.