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You move it, it falls, a wo no what happened there? Must be those pesky little creatures in the air again, meddling with the poor, brightly coloured angular sticks that just want to have a good time, ya kno. Suddenly as it/they fall(s) it’s caught by some, yes you guessed it right, up, down, left, by some HEAVEY METALZ. They enjoy the shenanigans of this whole debacle of interference, unexpectedly then jiving all around the place in space.

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Blue blue blue, green green green, red red red and sometimes a splash of yellow, stirred together to make a fine silver line dish of no real importance to anyone.

Suddenly, then that there huh, hmm, maybe them so called brightly coloured forms have prey navigating and interacting within the space, revealing something that was not yet apparent before - colour - exploring hypothetical and real space. Without these locations the work would not exist, they are specific to the space and made to fit, sometimes merging with the surroundings as not functional but things of dreams and visions, of making love to a sweet potato, fried tomatoes, haha, questioning their purpose in both obvious and obscure situations. Occasionally they latch on to their surroundings and themselves. They are magical things, jumping from one magnetic object to another, eager to travel and joyous when moved to a new humble abode.