When there is little new territory to cover one remembers old adventures. Maybe art sould remind patrons of forgotten dreams.
Misplaced mouths. Eyes in the wrong place. Some Judeo-Christian symbols. What is most compelling is the eye or the mouth itself.
Light, photograph empty space. Maybe it needs to be done in 3D with a tank of fluid.
Disappointing open studio again with the shitting on personal vision, inner life, emotion. Imagine the asshole who first pushed off that bandwagon. I wonder why it is so hard to recognize that each of these characters are at the center of their own circus.
Guns, bullets, rivets