Sep 19, 2008
The Controller himself displays characteristics of friends, all science-minded jades, who can, and have, worn similar outfits, with similar expressions, in similar states of vague, sepia washes from wistful industrial mistscapes. The artist sees these faces skimming under the tortured surfaces of the piece, and wonders what she’s trying to tell herself.
The Vacuum Traffic Controller
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by Aditya Bidikar
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