Things that appear as images or pictures, but that somehow impose on me a sense of their actual weight, density and volume, of their physical being in the world. This sensation is then even further enhanced when a picture starts to move; when it comes to life.

This is a proposal for a show, in which I imagine a Newly Born Limb, the Ghost of A Flea, and an Endless Note Petrified in Stone. I picture two prosthetic arms, one ancient, one modern, reaching out as far as they can, to grasp all that there is in the world.