![]() ![]() The alchemic matter is gathering under my nails. I had a tickling memory of kingdoms built of mud, of drinking and eating of vessels made of mud, of mud in my hair. Yes, I’m warm and calm in that nutritive muck. I believed in the infinite.īut now I’ve made the mud my blanket. I thought I could be weightless, forever. Galeria Catinca Tabacaru is delighted to present mud & butterflies, Chioma Ebinama’s second solo exhibition with the gallery, and her first presence in Bucharest, Romania.ĭear beloved, I’m gathering mud around me.Īt first, I abhorred it.
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