They are feminine.
They are frozen.
They exist as images and moments, they do not tell a story, they do not narrate- rather they punctuate.
They make holes.
They are hot breath on a cold window pane.
I love the studio, box diorama
have you looked at Joseph Cornell's boxes?
I went to Dublin recently and they had lifted Francis Bacon's studio, speck by speck- brush by brush from london and installed it in the Hugh Lane Gallery.
Here's a picture of it:
And here's me looking at it.
It's behind glass. Frozen.
Here is an artist's statement from Erica Harris:
Frozen, Frozen, Frozen in motion.