Un-stable Art
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…When I turned the key in its lock, I could see the past in my mind’s eye—the rough cobblestones covered with straw, the horse dung, the hessian oat bags. However, as I stepped inside, my eyes had to adjust to the here and now. In front of me stood the bed. It was wider than a single bed, on curvacious legs, with carved and painted curlicues on head and foot panels. It reminded me of a sleigh…