Glass_ON. Have we ever dreamt about it?
Art is a field where we can settle the past, confront with the present, and create an image of the future. It is an area where we have a chance to bring out what is inconvenient, unnamed, or suppressed. And we have suppressed and superseded a great deal. Our rug, under which we have swept everything that is difficult to accept, becomes very convex. We are starting to stumble over it. Will we fall over, or can we avoid it and boldly look below the surface? From what point are we now looking back? Is the place we find ourselves in, is a dream come true?