January 2009
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32 years (art statement 1)
Alone in her room, a girl constructs lenses for the days and for their things. Sometimes at night she sees the exponents of the days. Already a complete circuit, the days have no reason to define themselves. And so they hover in the room, and only are visible by way of gilded chalkmarks and other quantifying rituals that mirror time itself: despite intricate calculations, there’s no...