Observation Point
I understand a tree is a tree. I understand a piece of fabric brushing around the corner of a doorway is my aunt’s skirt whirling beyond her as she leaves the room. I believe my senses would not deceive me, but provide me with the means to identify matter; however, I cannot distinguish the individual leaves on a tree’s branch, or the paisley pattern of a garment.
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Cafe Gallery, London. 2010, installation photo
