Concept: Life is organic, messy, and noisy. The blank slate of the white cube is clean, sterile, and neutral. Art is chaos given form; the maddening complexity of human interaction and existence distilled into a concrete form. In the white cube, these physical expressions of the intangible gather in their courts and galas. Human beings gather to watch the festivities of paint, sound, stone, and light. Among them, there will always be two standing before a piece, sharing the same experience. Turning towards each other, perfect strangers, each sees the intangible beauty delivered by the tangible art. The white cube is the home of their communication, the colour of their connection.

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leaves in a tempest,
rain in a storm,
brief, fleeting, ephemeral.

driven into the perfect circle,
the golden triangle,
the white cube.

dancing and milling,
like so many ants on a mound,
asking why the sun shines.

the wordless beauty permeates,
the breathless song resonates,
and we are not alone anymore.