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Published on Oct 30, 2011
Suspended in twilight time and space they are waiting. Waiting to be fed? Waiting for you to move? Waiting for a loved one to come home? There is a quiet interdependent tension between the viewer and the viewed, a dialogue. One cannot exist without the other. They inhabit our space just as we do theirs. They are us; we are them, bonded together through our gaze. They know what we know, they see what we see and they feel what we feel. In their presence we find ourselves open and exposed. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. As we wait, contemplate and meditate with them, the barrier of the painted surface dissolves into insignificance.