06/03/18 to 18/03/18
Before I got into the storeroom I imagined that the paintings, sculptures and objects might be a family, rife with rifts, loyalties, feuds, loves, and tolerances, held hostage in a building. Fancifully, I thought that maybe I would be a kind of therapist helping them express their inner lives. I assumed they would feel trapped, desperate, disconnected, but mostly they felt quiet and ready. It was weirdly moving.
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