Walking in the city, my pace quickens as I’m directed into this construction that invariably makes me feel more vulnerable than I did on the unenclosed sidewalk. How strange to now pass through this structure on feet moving at museum pace.
How do we find a way to live with these things while actually looking at them?
That is where the work actually exists for me-in the moment we realize that something is happening.
Not everyone needs to watch television, but the assumption that it lacks virtue is arrogantly misled and incorrect. Not to mention, what about the right to pleasure?
A whole crew sits down to discuss the sights and happenings of the September First-Friday.
Coils of wire wrapped with aggressive devotion…
You look at design blogs like they are porn and you look at porn because it’s research.