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I want to watch the blue mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleur Du Mal
This project includes work by Abi Lawrence, Aimee Holt, Alex Walshaw, Alicia Breakspear, Felicity Keefe, Gizella K Warburton, Inge Bos, Jane Bevan, Jane Crisp, Janine Baldwin, Julian Emsley, Karen Banks, Luke Holcombe, Mary Morrison, Rachel Dein, Verity Burton and Will Papworth
A year shaped by season, not schedule
The year follows the natural cycle of change — not as decoration, but as reality.
Things begin, build, peak, loosen, and rest.
Nothing resets. Things carry on, just in different forms.
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