Alice gave me the gallery for 3 days once and i paced in a circle discussing ideas with myself, the notion being that the ideas behind art are more original than the pieces themselves, unt the evolution of ideas through artistic method (like scientific method but with more wine and madness.) I told people ideas. Called it "M.T.-space without touching" and it was meant to be a bit of a gag. Poured sand over my feet and left feet shapes as an environmental statement about resources and the extravagance of art and its disconnection to the earth that yields up all her pigments and poisens for yon arty types.
The space was empty but the thing got slightly deeper than a joke, wierd that. I think the gallery is a magic whit womb cavern, so many things travel in and out of there.......
An american tourist even took pictures of me and my feet-print.
Danny Mullins was the only one to pace with me and try it out though. I reckon he liked it too.
up and at it.