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Water running, and knocking
sounds permiate the space inside the black curtain where journals
litter the floor, and video clips alternate between five images. In
the back right corner the artist sits, wearing a nude leotard, inside
a structure wrapping and weaving around the metal rods whenever she
is not reading from her journal. The box outside contained charcoal
and chalk for participants to write with upon the white wall or black
curtain. The space is almost reverant yet mildly disconcerting. You
feel as if you have invaded the artist's mind and at the same time
been given permission to act upon it and riffle through it. |
