Becksinsky

Bulging. Ripping open. Turning inside out. Unfolding its organs and spreading their bloom on the surface. A plant. Applying itself to itself. Lovers grow out my veins. Thrusting forward, digging in and upward to the sky and spiraling thorns of branchlike figures. Engulfed by a sphere, samelike. Samelike several spheres…

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Giorgi Vachnadze

Giorgi Vachnadze

Scholar of Michel Foucault and Ludwig Wittgenstein.