A few days ago, I saw my first exhibition since March. While in some spaces social distancing is awkwardly visible, in a gallery it seemed almost normal. I had missed the slow-paced movement of people, the way they step towards or away from a painting, almost arbitrarily. I had missed the way strangers scan a room for the next appealing object and dance through space absorbed, floating, as if sleepwalking. The exhibition offered a new perspective on our relationship with trees - a welcomed invitation for those of us who have recently spent more time in nature than we could have imagined.
Systems of connection
Systems of connection
Systems of connection
A few days ago, I saw my first exhibition since March. While in some spaces social distancing is awkwardly visible, in a gallery it seemed almost normal. I had missed the slow-paced movement of people, the way they step towards or away from a painting, almost arbitrarily. I had missed the way strangers scan a room for the next appealing object and dance through space absorbed, floating, as if sleepwalking. The exhibition offered a new perspective on our relationship with trees - a welcomed invitation for those of us who have recently spent more time in nature than we could have imagined.