workers, participants, customers or even worshippers in these spaces now converted into galleries are simultaneously the spectator and the spectacle. The spectator is essentially looking at themselves or rather their lives through someone else’s eyes, producing art by existing, consuming their own existence, sold to them via “the grift shop gallery”.

Bonnard once coined the term “un arrêt du temps” which translates to - painting is a stilling of time. When he paints, he is trying to relive a moment again and again

Mr. Hankey, the Christmas poo. Are the babies sculpting their mom out of shit?

Hockney was right, I need to explore these ripples, this wet stuff is hard to represent, got to work, ten minutes went by and I thought, the ripples are going in the wrong directions, what’s that light doing there?