Charlotte.

This doesn't have anything to do with the art exhibit I visited.

I just thought the ambiance would be nice.

While you are reading my words that I am typing.

Or have typed. In the past.

And you are reading them in the future.

Hello future! Greetings from the distant (sorta) past!






Moving on...

I went to the "Webs of Hands" exhibit.

Which is and was and will be the work of Mallory Watje.


Down at the CCS gallery.


Fucking print extravaganza right there.
I think, I could be wrong here but I do not believe that I am, that the web of hands title references the intricate and entangled web that the trail of hands would make if you were to record the handwork that goes into creating numerous numerous prints. Think, time lapse of the creation of all the exhibited work, overlapped onto itself.

That is the web.

And it's quite evocative of what the printmaking art is.


I think I have done printmaking once. And it was bloody labor intensive. The repeated ink applications remind me of the repeated electrical signals used to create the image on a television screen. Which is what I think the TV's in dresses pay homage to.

Allusions to trance like states of being, with which you get work done. In this particular inky winky art.


Or, at least, that is what I am attempting to intemperate these details as.


I could be wrong, but no one gives two fucks about what I spot off anyways.


Or do you?

I am ambivalent.


I just like having fun talking.

Or typing, as it were.


And that's it.

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