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Inspired by a surreal moment during a stay at a U.K. estate where Dalí, Magritte, Many Ray and Picasso had once been guests. I was returning to my room when I discovered that I needed my umbrella. When I tracked back to the main hall, I saw that someone had thoughtfully hung my umbrella near the tapestry behind the desk. When I reached for it, it flew away. If you listen closely, you will hear my umbrella (reality: one bat) swooping through the foyer of this hall and joining another in a crescendo of swift, aerial arcs. The stutter is their echolocating.
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