P.s. Beware, because I almost ran int0 one Molly Nesbit!!! Luckily David saw her first, warned me, then subsequently beckoned me to towards the stairwell when her back was turned, waiving his arms in fast wide circles like I was a thoroughbred coming around the final stretch.
Inadvertently keeping with the simile, we proceeded to furtively feed lumps of sugar to one another, building the strength and energy necessary to make a solid run at the Kara Walker one floor below.
Labels: Kara Walker, Lawrence Weiner, Molly Nesbit