Performing arts.
All a matter of the sensation,
 not the physical. The performers are the props,  the libretto is the craft. The reverence it spawns.. ..all the world's a stage.  Sound is only a channel,
vision is merely a medium.
Regardless to the nature of the piece,
 it's comedy,
and all it's idiosyncrasy,
it is the bravura impression beyond the consciousness that stimulates the senses.
No way is this plastic art.
It is fine art at it's finest.
"This installation explores the idea of points in creating surfaces. Ping pong balls are used to create a visual impact of a surface which appears to 'peel' away from the landscape. It reflects the visual aspect of performing arts which is dynamic, fluid and non-static. The installation also explores the idea of generating different senses through visual stimulation, or more precisely, capturing the "sound of wind" in motion. As the balls vibrate in the wind, it tells of something intangible, like air, being captured within the motion of the balls.."
And the recognition it bestows.
 Good job, lah.
...yet one still yearns to be recognized in the Gallery. Blardy hell. It's not a matter of pride. It's the desire to make a statement.
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