Vision is suggested as the eye's phantom limb, or the compulsive effluence of a beached mollusc clumsily groping in the dark. In certain tableaux visions cut loose from their moorings, glibly pursuing an uncertain trajectory, perhaps with evil intent, ghosts in search of a body once more...perhaps something to eat. Elsewhere visions blindly collide, sag, and bend, becoming deflated...tired.
[George Huon, from Benjamin Armstrong: Gathering Exhibition brochure. Melbourne: Project Space, RMIT University, 2005]
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