While gawking in silent awe at the peacefully rotating chairs in the center of the gallery a swarm of thirty-odd morons crashed through the doors and attacked the beautiful ballet. The chairs darted to the corners of the space fleeing these gleeful, slavering pursuers. Frustrated, the chairs turned to face their attackers, confrontation causing pause. As the attacker circled the chair rotated and flanked until the action of one directed the movement of the other. Dancing in a whimsical facedown the awed and programmed align, the employment surrogate cautious and wily, a shy modern beast.
~ Ryder Richards
images courtesy of the Gagosian and the author