Happy Belated Birthday, Umberto Boccioni

  “The sixteen people around you in a rolling motor bus are in turn and at the same time one, ten, four, three; they are motionless and they change places; they come and go, bound into the street, are suddenly swallowed up by the sunshine, then come back and sit before you, like persistent symbolsContinue reading “Happy Belated Birthday, Umberto Boccioni”