Because we cannot help but look, it is like sitting on a street corner…I cannot help but look at the people who pass. It could be that I know them or want to pass judgment or want to make a story or am simply assessing the situation. Without signifiers the forms act as a blank slate – tableau rasa. The shapes, likes are interesting to me – I want to make sense of the contours, the baggage – when someone is carrying a bag, a broom and dust pan, a hula hoop, a baby – we start making a story, putting them in a box, casting judgment (why does that work keep coming up?) – Rewind – the figure and their accessories become fused, one, united, part of the same shape…
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