Turn 2015—16
From the beginning, this series involved the clandestine. Like a lot of unknowns, it was faced at first with a sort of mild panic. We regained composure quickly, sure—threw it on the pile of the inexplicable, and eased back into things. After that, we mostly stopped thinking about it actually. Only as we neared the close did we remember to wonder...
Anonymity? It's what the artist wanted— Preferring the We to the I. A part of the piece One could not bring with ego, just A part, and In turn, We turned together. Well, I For one Approved.
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These incredible artists (just a few outstanding pillars of our community, nbd) embraced the piece in ways I could not have foreseen. All the while I followed along its twists, considered its turns, coaxed and supported its evolution.
Then Ever between The gradient Time We walked On paths unknown.
With each step, I've attempted to express the life of the thing. These written pieces developed an improvisational narrative, imbued with my own questions and revelations. A lot has happened in a year.
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Turn has been my ode to collaboration and intention, to trying something new and seeing it through. It has challenged and rewarded me. It has been a celebration of art and of a community.
With it, we circled the sun.
And in that time, we Planted seeds Stayed afloat Expressed a delicate fury Unpacked everything, made a copy, and shoved it all back in Glimpsed the beyond in surrender Had a taste and took a trip with the moon Got weird somewhere, gave directions Saw some God Told and heard tell Would you believe if I told you we folded Time itself Donned all of it Then witnessed the greatest fiction of them all: The End
















