Art seen from here made it all the way to here using a vehicle: image or story, or material, little tiny bumps in wax, static electricity arranged in magnetic rows on plastic film, or electrical taps, or stored as writing, some even simpler than cuneiform, in order to ride from one moment to the next outside the thought of the maker.  So just because another thinker has decided installation falls into 4 categories and here they are, I think any assessment that I read, even the shadow of another’s description, reconfigures my comprehension –  that’s how susceptible we are to each other’s thoughts. There’s only two layers of wet tissue between mine and yours, like when scientists tap an egg and the tree next to it cries.

I think of my teachers, every one of them weird from overexposure.