It was supposed to be the roll for the film exchange project, but then the was so perfect when I walked by the Gagosian Gallery, that I could not resist. It took so long to take the pictures. There were cabs missing me just sly, honking, to remind me to get back onto the sidewalk. It was all so tempting, such perfect twins are rare. They sit there quietly, on the west side of the gallery, guarding the entrances for large sculpture. The images when united are quite mind boggling. Such miniml amount of information, such closeness, and yet such flimmering, flimmering differences. It begins with the obvious cracks in the sidewalks. These will make the passing viewer pay more attention, maybe. And then the real insecurity begins. How close are they?, how far are they apart? How come the colors are so taken back in full sun? See the tiny differences in the doors? Nothing is perfect in the pictures, but only sly... I need to stop now. You should be the one writing this, not me. I took them. You write about them. If they do anything to you. Do they? Can you imagine them large, not the photographs, the twins?
The image above will be added to the Diptych section of the catalogue
The light is the majesty here. And an otherwise insignificant crack reminds us that nothing fails to be even remotely unique.
But the light, the light is the majesty here and you did the WORLD a justice to make these pastel exposures.
Always, always, always go over the top and let time have no say at all in the matter.
Regards,
James P.