Yesterday I took my cardboard grid out for a walk through the nature reserve near my flat. I took digital photographs of the flimsy white geometric thing flapping in the wind; I also took a 30 second video. It was a fascinating experience, watching a grid, approaching it from various angles – with a diagonal approach from a fair distance the grid looked curved, foreshortened like a crescent moon. I hung it on a prickly bush with bright lilac and magenta flowers.
Diary of an Art Historian
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