Sometimes our thoughts flow exactly how we feel inside our heads, it's one of those rarest times and it feels priceless.
It's almost as if the thoughts have been trapped by a glass in a glassblowing session, and they're being released only to be once again taken over by the next session. The work is less a meditation on thought and its representation than a meditation on the process of mental release and its time, and on the possibility of the next session.The title of the exhibition, a play on the phrase in the title of the show, is a line from the poem The Mind Is a Glass, by the British philosopher John Russell. In it, Russell suggests that a glass of water is just a glass of water, and that, in this show, it wasnt so much a glass as it was a glass of water.
I love that feeling.
We dont feel the same way about a piece of art, especially when it's made by someone who does.
And yet, in our universe, we can never feel that way about another people, things, or art. We just can't.
It's a little like a meditative experience when you actually get there.
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