At 8:30 am, outside sultry skies, clouds pouting, and inside the lab, calm and still. The scroll, which was mounted two days before, obedient, geometric and white on the black wall.
I swept the gallery and dismounted the scroll, clearing the space for the next experiment.
Exactly an hour later Yasser Musa and Michael Gordon enter. Immediately the naked walls and empty space became inhabited by energy.
Yasser brought a black, square case filled with paper, objects, paints and GMO corn kernels from the USA’s Midwest.
They wasted no time. While Musa sat at the desk faced with the mountain of material, Gordon singled out one sheet of paper and chalk. He began to draw a chalk outline on it.
“Mike, why are you all the way over there?” we asked.
Michael, after having subjected himself to an entire 3 minutes and 59 seconds in the LAB, admitted that he had to go to another location where he could have better completed his piece.
Quietly he exited.
Yasser plodded on, where he sat.
I left just as the second lab had found its rhythm and was beating forward.
When I returned six hours later, the day’s yield had been mounted. A mix of genetically modified objects, Kriol proverbs and images populated the space.
The experimentation continues.