1.As I enter the studio, light bounces off a scrap of metal that I found in the “free” pile. The glow is pouring into the room. Air blows paper off the desk.
2.Colour vibrates in creases along the plastic. It shimmers and rustles with the breeze. Looking up along the surface of this everyday material to the outside sky, walking around, stoping, going in, out, going up again to the sky, back to the ground, locating in space.
2.Colour vibrates in creases along the plastic. It shimmers and rustles with the breeze. Looking up along the surface of this everyday material to the outside sky, walking around, stoping, going in, out, going up again to the sky, back to the ground, locating in space.
