Page 79 from WHEN THE MOON WAXES RED by TRINH T MINH-HA, 1991.
I have a exhibition opening in studio 12 at Gertrude Contemporary on September 5.
I was walking down Gertrude street yesterday and I thought about all of the shop windows (most of them I must say, are connected to horrendous shops selling nothing in particular). All of these windows are regularly cleaned to allow people to look clearly through them. Actually I'm always noticing workers washing windows, an action similar to cleaning giant lenses. Noticing and feeling this fact seemed important somehow.