7wo men go off the clo ck(literally&metaphorically)shed corporate skins like snakes shedding winter from drones to pajama-clad revelers:watch them trans form linear time into fluid time into creative play in the intimate black- box they reach our souls(we identify completely)because they represent familiar lives punctuated by the mind less routine of office work for the first few minutes they are not in harmony with them selves.then: therapy clown therapy (what effective therapy) get off that... Read more →
WALL/WOMAN GIANT EYE watches tiny figures walk beneath her painted GAZE Who is real? The woman on the wall: ENORMOUS never moves The woman on the street: human-sized always moving PAINTED = permanent WALKING = temporary But which one will be remembered? صورة ←→ PICTURE PAST ←→ PRESENT ICON ←→ HUMAN Scale shifts meaning: The larger you are painted the smaller you become in time The smaller you walk the larger you grow in living... Read more →
GEOMETRIES OF EXILE In this land of fractured light I recognize myself - divided, city upon city stacked, mathematics of separation. Orange flames consume the borders, blue waters rise against the night. Who taught us to build these walls when earth belongs to no one? Between two fragments lies a path, black and wordless. Call it the passage of those who cannot return. Call it home. We walk through cities made of memory, grids that... Read more →
Lisa Adams’ haunting composition "The Master Narrative" presents us with a dramatic confrontation between the mathematical precision of geometric abstraction and the raw, indifferent force of nature herself. Against a turbulent sky of both light and menacing clouds, a fractured mechanical form ascends – or perhaps plummets – like some fallen angel of the industrial age. Adams deploys a stark color palette that seems to mock the very notion of natural harmony. The sharp reds... Read more →
The convergence of desire and metamorphosis that unfolds before us cannot be mistaken for anything but a supreme moment of what we call le merveilleux quotidien. Here, we witness the precise instant when reality surrenders its tedious logic to the superior logic of dreams. What more perfect assassination of reason could we demand than this fusion of man and beast, where neither maintains the integrity of their original form? The horse - that ancient symbol... Read more →