I caught myself searching through all the lounging people for...myself, scrutinizing each face to see if it was me. Completely bizarre really, checking someone else's image of the world to see if you're represented, searching for reassurance that you have a place, that you were able to eke out your own patch of beach.
Well apparently this up close soul searching made the museum nervous, because a 16 year-old museum employee interrupted me to say, "Sir, The Museum would like to remind its patrons to stand at least one foot away from the photographs."
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weren't these so unbelievably, consumingly huge?
i think i spend half my time at museums dodging museum employees. no cameras? one foot?? NO THANKS!
but on a more serious note:
i am unbelievably in love with the first piece you've posted. i love the immediate vastness and simultaneous sparseness of it. i with i could see it in person. i wish that we were both pictured, laying on a towel, reading wendell berry.
oh how i miss you, mr. marcy.
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