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Within The Case in the Cafe: Andrei Tarkovsky in no time at all<\/p>\n
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one can cross space in no time at all<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Last night I dreamt I was dying. <\/p>\n Andrej Tarkovskij. Lichtbilder<\/em>: Die Polaroids. <\/em>Schirmer\/Mosel Verlag GmbH, 2004, p.112.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It is a pure coincidence that this November with a quite of delay Riga hosts various events that mark the 80th anniversary of\u00a0Andrei\u00a0Tarkovsky. On preview in the new episode of the Kim\u2019s?one-painting<\/em>\u00a0display and talk series\u00a0The Case in the Cafe<\/em>\u00a0are three\u00a0Andrei\u00a0Tarkovsky\u2019s polaroids from the collection of Alexander Larionov, carefully selected by Krist\u012bne Kursi\u0161a un Miks Mitr\u0113vics.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Case in the Cafe was a series of events initiated by Kim? Contemporary Art Centre in order to investigate the connection of abstract ideas by penetrating some specific spots (authors, works, events) of art in 20th and 21st century Latvia and beyond, which in the framework of this investigation process and still being left […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,4,26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-29","category-kim-exhibitions","category-past-exhibitions"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nBut I saw, or rather felt,
\neverything what was going on around me.
\nI felt that Lara is close to me
\nand also some friends.
\nI had a feeling as if I was so feeble and week-willed
\nthat I could only observe my own body and
\nwitness my own death.
\nThe most important thing I experienced in this dream,
\nhowever, was the long-forgotten feeling
\nthat this is not a dream, but reality.
\nThis feeling was so strong,
\nthat the wave of sadness overwhelmed my soul,
\na kind of symphaty to myself,
\nas if my pain belonged to a stranger,
\nas if I observed him from outside,
\nas if I were outside the borders of my previous life,
\nas if my previous life was a life of a child,
\nwho has no experience and is completely defenseless.
\nTime ceased to exist.
\nAnxiety, the feeling of immortality…
\nI also saw people who ridiculously and pointlessly
\nran back and forth fretting about my death.
\nAnd then I came back to life,
\nbut no one seemed to be surprised.<\/em><\/p>\n