Getting closer by indirection

What do you see?


Wait. Stand closer. You've got to get close. Let it pulsate. Let it work on you. Closer. Too close. There. Let it spread out. Let it wrap its arms around you . . 




A fine play on acquiring permission to be an artist has been written and staged in London and New York. It has been staring us in the face since before this space opened, and in many respects, it is why we are here. As one looks to the artists of the blog, the meaning of that acquisition has grown clearer. It isn't a transaction at all. It's an acceptance. 

Conversation imagined by John Logan
Dedicated to Stephen Sondheim
© 2009