On the table: test prints from (a piece provisionally titled) Repeat daily upon waking for my upcoming (thus far untitled) thesis show. I had an impulse to caption this snapshot "just the facts" - is that a better title for an essay than an exhibition? The content of the show deals with observation over time. Some of these observations are singular, some are daily. (The singular ones arguably are the beginnings of other lines of thought, but those won't be explored or developed in the content of this show - that's another body of work, or three.) It's not unaesthetic, but a lot is deadpan: here's some stuff. Mere facts. (But not really, if you spend some time with it.)
What would compel somebody to undertake such an enterprise? Curiosity, I suppose, and maybe an appetite for slowing down and simply looking. What we're left with is evidence of those acts. And, through some interspersed instructional pieces, invitations to undertake observations of our own.
Well, now I'm writing my own catalog essay, eh?
