It was the perfect time to visit Sally Glass’s exhibition: late.
The time of dreaming, intimacy, personal reverie. In the cavernous space Glass had erected sheetrock walls to form a small room whose front was the glass window opening onto Main street. Public/private. This room contained a comfy chair, sofa, bookshelves and carefully selected reading material. There was another room in the back -tiny, cavelike- which screened a video of a personal nature. In between was a door mounted with stripes of neon light. The feedback loop between laziness and productivity/inner and exterior worlds.