Burn This
Not being able to see the forest for the trees. That phrase keeps spinning round and round Althea's head. She's too far in, too invested, and completely lacking perspective. Five long years of her life, her life's work, culminating in what, exactly? What is this project anymore? A piece? A presentation?An exhibit? A clusterfuck of masturbatory half assed Pollack wanna be, lost in translation, pseudo interpretive canvases or something resembling canvasses that are supposed to represent what, exactly? Exhale, just step back, go for a walk....this is her mantra. Althea owns more running shoes now than she did when she was a child in that other country, miles away from anything resembling civilization. The hours and days and months of her life spent walking, running, skipping, crawling through back roads and abandoned trails gave birth to this mess displayed in front of her now. Two days til vernissage, a week til opening and she wants to set it on fire. Burn this. Walk away. H...