A performer was sitting inside the fenced garden of the German Pavilion at the Venice Biennial the other day, his emotionless face sniffed by two massive, intimidating Dobermans howling aggressively to anyone daring to come nearby. A moment later, another performer, tall and dressed in all black, climbed to the pavilion’s roof, in the pose of a tragic hero about to jump into the void.
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