Secret Poetics by Hélio Oiticica
Translated by Rebecca Kosick
Publisher: Winter Editions, Soberscove Press
Publication Date: November 14, 2023
ISBN: 978-1-940190-32-7
Pages: 120
A Review and an ...
Secret Poetics by Hélio Oiticica Translated by Rebecca Kosick, Review by Zoe Contros Kearl and Interview by Tiffany Troy
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