8 May–25 May, 2013
Temple of Shapes
If you spend enough time watching the pavement, there’s always something good to pick up. Pieces of broken tile, shiny and geometric, round smooth stones that warm up in a closed fist, grey rocks from the railway tracks, jagged and dark like small cliff faces.
(The day goes better when there’s a pebble in your pocket.)
The loosest, most interesting arrangements are often unconscious ones. I like compositions that arise through engaging in another action, the way scissors and paper scraps fall when you’re immersed in making a collage. A stack of wooden objects and concrete waste on the verge, ready for collection. The shapes that happen around the edges of the focus. Formations that occur while you’re looking somewhere else. Accidents.