New York 1991
In my loft in Brooklyn, Williamsburg, I set up a shelf. Two plaster balls juxtapointed me and a lady friend of mine as we took various positions (about 100). We also shot a S8 film of the performance. (photos in edition available)
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New York 1991
In my loft in Brooklyn, Williamsburg, I set up a shelf. Two plaster balls juxtapointed me and a lady friend of mine as we took various positions (about 100). We also shot a S8 film of the performance. (photos in edition available)