firstly, there is the thingsecondly, there is one who notices.
The thing, the noticing, and thirdly, the there. For what is there but a meeting placethe place of encounter, where things draw near, touch and withdrawit is the place of revelation and resonance. There, then, is the place which sings, "Who made the eyes but I?"
My artwork comes out of a practice of lookingan encounter between things-in-themselves and the arousal of attention.