OnE ForTy FiVe...
a time (in the afternoon or morning)
an address (without the street name)
the number of buttons in a jar
the number of centimeters of a shorter than average person
the cost of a skill saw on sale at Canadian Tire
the size of a large herd of cows
five pennies short of three rolls
when the train departs
the page in the book facing 144
(and the number just below the very nice shoe).
In this image I recognize the object to be a chair.
I know that it is sitting on a floor.
The wall behind tells me that I can not walk forward
but must exit the space to the left or the right.
The shadows also tell me something of the space surrounding,
of its shape and where the light is coming from.
And it can be said that the chair recognizes me.
It has been carefully crafted for a person, such as myself, to sit upon.
In this way I am welcomed to the space.
We are working on the exhibit 'Learning to Float'.
This is not necessarily referring to swimming or flying
but more as a way of being.
To do the work I am asked to be honest about my own experience.
I realized at this time floating seems impossible
but what if I have something to support me.
This piece is my way of teaching myself how to float.