Looking at the “piece” from a distance, you wouldn’t even imagine it to have much meaning. But upon reading, I can almost feel myself wanting to touch the wall, to get close enough to feel small by it, and to get an overall sense of the history and life behind it. Conceptual art is a gray area at best. Sometimes you feel something, sometimes you don’t.
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