Ball — artist’s note

The ball is the constant. Everything else is the variable — a veiled woman, a parasol, a tide, a high-rise, a can of coffee. Placed again and again, the same ball does not repeat; each time, the place around it is renamed.

The eye lands on it first. Then it moves out — to the angle of a shoulder, the edge of a shadow, the gap between two things.

It takes very little. One ball, and the whole place sits differently.