From her artist statement:
An eminent philosopher among my friends, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into
the serene light of science, has shown me this pregnant little fact. Your pier-glass or extensive
surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously
scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and
lo! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that
little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially and it is only your
candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an
exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle
is the egoism of any person now absent.
George Elliott, Middlemarch
Tippit, Lazy Susan, 2010
At Peregrine through Sept. 30.
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