The conundrum which presents itself suddenly and deeply within the fabric of my life, quite randomly, is the agita of my being. In order to have normal blood pressure, issues must be sorted. A good story starts with a difference of opinion. Repercussions scatter across the rest of the story like so many intertwined roots. I have no such need for degenerate and destructive opinions. Opinions cancel each other out! I tear away the roots and with it the healthy moss, leaving a naked soul with no beliefs. By undressing my personality, I can leave you with none other than a particular style of clothing purchased at a nearby store: a person, a place and a time. I leave you my window display, the “agita of my being” exhibition.
Text by John Hudson White
21. JUNE. MMXXV. PLUM
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