there is the thingthere is one who noticesthere is there
, and, the
like a pooling of rain, where otherwise it has been spent.
For what is
but a place of encounter, where things draw near, touch and withdrawit is a place of revelation and resonance. "There", then, is a
"Who made the eyes but I?"
My artwork comes out of a practice of lookingan encounter between things and the arousal of attention for what is