The show will be on display till January 10 2021.
The beach is deserted,” writes Alisa Resnik. “Nothing but the rows of umbrellas wrapped in card stock, there is to see. There is nothing here that belongs to me, nothing looks familiar to me. As a child, I spent my summers on the Black Sea. I remember the cacophony of seagulls, the intoxication of garbage, interrupted radio transmissions, the smell of traces of chips mixed with the smell of the sea. Do these fractured images of my childhood really resonate with what I seem to remember? Or am I just resisting the beauty of this place?