milk

perhaps it has a name now.

A friend came yesteday and wanted to see what I had been doing and was conflicted about what it was..she said she had no point of reference ( or something)......so now she has....it's called Milk.
I am not completely cynical however as I have been struck by the sensual quality of the plaster, a subtle but pervasive softness and creaminess which changes with the light and the textual shifts on the surface of each tile.

There is also some cross over happening with the fullness of the box, there is a challenge to viewing it vertically and there is visual tension when studying the functon of the wire etc.