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“There is something about that burning of all those letters that gives me pause: why should everything be made clear and be brought into the light? Why keep things, archive your intimacies? Why not let thirty years of shared conversation go spiralling in ash up into the air of Tunbridge Wells? Just because you have it does not mean you have to pass it on. Losing things can something gain you a space in which to live.”

Quote by Edmund de Waal

Book:The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family's Century of Art and Loss

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The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family's Century of Art and Loss

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Edmund de Waal is a British artist renowned for his ceramic works. His art is characterized by a minimalist style that emphasizes the purity of form, color, and texture. Born in 1964, de Waal's artistic career began with a passion for ceramics, which later expanded to include sculpture, painting, and writing. more

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