Berlinde De Bruyckere.
I don’t love all of De Bruyckere’s work - I find a lot of her pieces dwelling on the human form a little blatant - but this series…this collection of wax casts of trees is coming here very soon, and there’s something about the fragile ghost of flesh, bound against touch by glass and by convention - and not needing it, either - that makes me sure I will lose hours before them.






