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Bráulio Amado’s output has what we call perfect tension. It is rare. Ettore Sottsass had it. Erwin Wurm has it. It’s a magical, stylistic knack for naming and un-naming something so fast and so confidently that the causal binary is blurred from existence — only a compelling, gorgeous uncanniness remains. Jealous? Yeah, us too.