A piano bench, I hadn't noticed before... a beautiful, black, worn and very used piano bench. As I watched, man after man, woman after woman and artist after artist, ignored the bench and gazed upon the walls. They pointed, squinted, cringed, cocked their heads, laughed and looked both confused and pleased... I watched them, as they became animated accessories to the bench.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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