The glass topped case carries your trophies, neatly lays out the scrap books of your creation, your ideas, your thoughts, your particular points of view. The small paintings are a progression, a set or a sequence, a displayed cohesion of your deliberation stew
Moving up in scale, a purposeful minor deception, the painting with a title set surely to deliberately mislead. We move to the centrepiece, flanked to the left, by a two storey floor to ceiling photograph, a street scene with a bridge of archways and automobiles, to give simultaneous various vanishing points to view.
Your middle, between the beginning and end, the focus of your story; is it truth in conception? Is it curved or does it bend. The name that you give it reminds me more of destination, but in a sense it is simply a most magnificent view.
Act three introduces no new characters, yet moves at a pace forced by you onto the viewer. Here are video and cinematic presentations, of past and present confrontations, of your past and future distillations. With all of this we are entertained in the moment. With all of this our observations in luxury are immersed. With all of this we are so easily washed over. With all of this we are caught; though without a take away clue.
Without a take away clue to hold on to, with all of this we shall dispense. Without a clue to hold on to our memories shall dispense.
