SEAGER GRAY GALLERY
KALA ART INSTITUTE
There is a twin bed that sits in a store display window in my neighborhood and I often gaze at it as I pass by. With its ample pillows propped comfortably against the headboard and the comforter, plump in anticipation of a reclining body, I am enticed by this private retreat in the midst of a public setting. I make nineteen wire spheres to hover just above the bed, catching the fleeting ideas and thoughts of the dreamer I imagine lying there. A breeze blows through the doorway or a child passes by and can’t resist a quick touch and the spheres sway and rotate, as if they too were in the midst of a dream and have just awoken.