PPC Philipp Pflug Contemporary
04.09. – 17.10.2020

„There was a word inside a stone. I tried to pry it clear, mallet and chisel, pick and gad, until the stone was dropping blood, but still I could not hear the word the stone had said. I threw it down beside the road among a thousand stones and as I turned away it cried the word aloud within my ear and the marrow of my bones heard, and replied.“ The Marrow, by URSULA K. LE GUIN