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I take down a phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper and place it in a pocket of my pants.  I am in town for a weekend and wear the same pair of pants for three consecutive days.

Two weeks later, I stand by the washing machine and empty the pockets of the same pants in order to wash them.  Amongst some lint and loose change, I find the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper.  I speak the phrase aloud.  Suddenly, I realize that as I reflect, I am staring in one direction.  I become aware of my self consciousness and lose my train of thought.  Now, I place the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper inside a pocket of the shorts I am wearing.

As time goes on, I start to carry the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper everywhere.  I transfer it from pocket to pocket, as I do everyday with my keys and my wallet.  If I find myself sitting alone, I remove the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper and read it.  When a conversation with someone bores me, or if someone seems bored in conversation with me, I remove the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper.  After saying the phrase inside myself to myself, I then utter the phrase out loud to the other, and relish the look on the listener’s face.

On my birthday, I decide to walk to the highest point in the city that I now live.  I am all by myself.  There is a great view from the highest point in the city.  I look out at the scenery and then back down to the pavement beneath my feet.  My eye lands on a penny that lies flat on the pavement.  I stare at it and choose not to pick it up.

The following evening, I am in conversation with a stranger at an art opening and recall the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper.  I reach into my pocket to read the phrase to myself and then to the stranger, only to find nothing in my pocket but my wallet, my keys, and a single penny.  Later that evening, I search every pocket of every pair of pants and shorts I own, but I do not find the phrase on a ripped piece of plain white paper.

I sit down on my bed and stare in one direction.

A Longing For Leisure is curated by Seán Boylan and presents the work of London based artists Alex Brenchley, Lauren Godfrey, Nicholas Hatfull, and Alec Kronacker.

Opening Reception: May 16th, 2015. 7-10PM

Exhibition on view from May 16th-June 20th, 2015.

Saturdays from 4-7pm and by appointment.
Open Space 512 W. Franklin Street, Baltimore MD 21201