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—there is the thing—there is one who notices—there is there—

The thing, the noticing, and, the “there”—like a pooling of rain, where otherwise it has been spent.

For what is there but a place of encounter, where things draw near, touch and withdraw—it is a place of revelation and resonance. "There", then, is a place which sings, "Who made the eyes but I?"

My artwork comes out of a practice of looking—an encounter between things and the arousal of attention for what is there.