it used to be easy to tell which the glass pieces were and which the reflection was (i sort of had to say that out to get the word placement right). i liked that installation because it was under a desk at which a judge used to sit to do his readings (and what-not) in the old City Hall. i liked the little fear that crept into me when we walked into his dimly lit office to discover her little,bright crystal cave treasure underneath.
and who'd know anyone who'd be so willing to admit himself a
on different day, boxed in bright pink neon lights, in yet another dimly lit setting, i become part of artwork too!
and despite this fatigue at the day's end (the doing of 2 biennale goodie bags), i'm always happy with you.
