Falinn – Hidden
August 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
Before Yogan and I walked the strings from the studio to the cliffs and installed them there, they lived in the studio at NES. I made a wood pile with a light inside and the strings extended across the room, intersecting with Yogan’s work. His was a shelf suspended at an angle also by string. Our works spoke to each other of a tension, possibility, potential.