Hardcover. Zustand: Good. No Jacket. Michael And Alicia Smith (illustrator). Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.
Anbieter: Ria Christie Collections, Uxbridge, Vereinigtes Königreich
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Anbieter: Ria Christie Collections, Uxbridge, Vereinigtes Königreich
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Sprache: Englisch
Verlag: Baltic Centre for Contemporary Art Gateshead / Reaktion Books, London, 2003
ISBN 10: 1861891881 ISBN 13: 9781861891884
Anbieter: David Bunnett Books, London, Vereinigtes Königreich
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In den WarenkorbSOFTCOVER. Zustand: As New. 1st Edition. Large 4to. in glossy card covers. 224pp, plates in colour and b/w, two 8 page double gatefolds. Scarce . [CONDITION: A well preserved AS NEW unmarked and unread copy ] . __To see more of our Art Monographs etc type DbbARTIST in the Keywords search box . . We always ship in STRONG PROTECTIVE CARD PARCELS.
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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | What can I tell you of freedom that you do not feel within you? What can I tell you of the people of the valley that you would not recognize in those around you?There is community and kindness, and there is anger and darkness, too, for we are merely human - the first after the Factory, and perhaps the last. I wish it were different, yet I feel it, know it in my heart, that nothing can last forever. This world was not made for our kind. It's all wilting away, dust in our hands, and we are strangers.There is a storm on the horizon and a darker one in our midst. Did we escape the Factory? Are we the heirs to the revolution? Or are we doomed? Destined to fight this war, over and over, until there is nothing. A gaping abyss opens up, threatening to swallow us whole. I wonder if I long for its call.