One artist puts up a big canvas, it’s got a few scrawls of pale spray paint and some dust on it. Someone sees it and is deeply affected.

Another artist paints a small panel with photographic details, a flower, an insect. Someone sees it and is deeply affected.

Everyone paints something, and everyone paints nothing.

The something is what you see. The nothing is what you don’t see, the choices not made, the rest of the universe watching from the directions the artist isn’t looking.

Direction of attention, of regard, is a decision. What isn’t shown is a decision. That which is negated is elemental to that which is affirmed.

The studio is never emptied, no matter how long you work. The artist stands ass-to-elbow among crowds of antisubjects.