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Finally, the rain let up. I dashed over to the park, and guess what? My buddy was gone! I was like, “Seriously?!” I sat on a bench, feeling all kinds of salty. But then, I saw this cute dog running around. It was a fluffy golden retriever, and I couldn’t help but smile. Dogs make everything better, right?

“A Cry That Rises Up in the Heat of the Moment”: An interview with curator Paulo Miyada about the powerful AI-5 exhibition at Instituto Tomie Ohtake