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architecture, landscape, interior design
Colombia has been looked at from different angles. First, as a land of volcanoes and mountain-ranges bounded by two great oceans and the ocean-like Amazon River. Then, as a group of people situated between Bolivar and the absence of Bolivar. Furthermore, as a paradise of biodiversity where millions of natural species live together, and where the cockatoos are a multicolored prolongation of anacondas and humming birds. She has also been looked at as an absurdity, as a country which sprouts a sort of anguish that hides under an astonishing manipulation of images and words. Of Colombia there are photographs and memoirs, albums that preserve our grandmothers' pressed violets, as well as novels in oils by Fernando Botero, by Alejandro Obregón, by María de la Paz Jaramillo. In short, Colombia is really a manifold ingathering, a motley totality of sensations and odors, flavors and impressions on the skin and on the memory. Thus, the only thing we can make of all this is that when we speak of Colombia, we are speaking about a real fact, about a place in which to live it out, to abide in fallow barrenness, to wait for an undefined something, which in toto marks our glances and our conversations with a note of anxiety