Visitors are welcome to the exhibition every Thursday and Saturday, from noon until 6pm. A gallery hot line will be opened during the hours. To join the exhibition telephone tour: eavesdropping on snow, dancing on a volcano and conversations about a wardrobe with a view to Narnia, as it transforms into an aerial, about a glow-in-the-dark rainbow, and the phosphorescent luciferin, make an appointment by email with the curator: anna.m.batko@gmail.com. Also, feel free to connect to the hotline straight from the gallery.
The Little prince climbed to the top of a high mountain. The three volcanoes on his planet were the only mountains he had even known, and they were only as high as a stool. 'From a mountain as high as this,” he said to himself, 'I will be able to see the whole planet and all its people at once.' But he saw nothing but sharp, craggy peaks.
'Hello,' he said, just in case.
'Hello … hello … hello,' answered the echo.
'Who are you?' said the little prince.
'Who are you … who are you … who are you?' answered the echo.
'I need some friends – I am all alone,' he said.
'All alone … all alone … all alone,' answered the echo.
'What a peculiar planet!' thought the little prince. 'It is too dry, too pointed, and salty. And the people seem to have no imagination.'
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, trans. Katherine Woods
