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TETRALOGY OF -i don´t know, i don´t know...I I (or the promise of the yearly visit to the piled art). February nineteenth, Friday: it's ten thirty in the morning and in a moment I leave for Arco, also known as "Oh, the market (of art)" (on this web), with the little old camera. I always have fun there. I almost never get excited and I don't learn much, however I exercise physically (I walk a lot), I loosen up my gaze, I smile from time to time and afterward, already tired of strolling erratically, I leave very satisfied with a strange and absurd feeling of having done my duty. In some days (I need time to develop and write), I would like photographs and impressions of what I will see, or rather of what I will have looked at, to appear in the diary. I shall see. I have no idea if I will photograph or not; if I will be able to remember or not some of what will see; if I will feel like writing or not. Today's picture is one of the last I took in the market last year. The lighted spotlight which illuminates (the world) is a metaphor about contemporary art, as anybody may suppose. I don't know, I don't know...