There are times when words just fall short of really doing what you want from them. I can blubber about how I search for these qualities or those characteristics. One can rant about the failings of this idea or that. You can expound. There can be discourse. We can exclaim as one. But in the end- even if we sing it or recite poetry- these too would fall short. So please, let your eyes melt across these sculptures by Richard Sweeney. They are paper. What?! Yes.
By: Matt Davis
Courtesy of Richard Sweeney