Intertwine, 2003

Oil stick on paper, glass and copper

As I loop the copper wire between my fingers, I think about lives being strung together, how loosely conversation intertwines, how easily it falls apart. I blanket the wire with hot glass and roll it in on itself, forming a private world. This movement is unfurled in the drawings. Created by rubbing train tracks and other structures within a few blocks of the Revolving Museum, the drawings reflect the labor of many hands before mine.