I admire the very bright and very translucent vinyl she's got on. She smiles but looks kind of dazed. Meanwhile, back at the gallery, there's a bowling ball running continuously down a long, metal lane, in the center of a dark, V-shaped room. A video gun projects random images from each artist's Quicktime movie onto the narrow sided wall. A rope, some bathroom tile, a woman with a crown in front of a very bright light with the most sadistic smile I have ever seen.
Text flies everywhere, seemingly from all angles.
I search for narrative. There's no story to seduce me, just bodies, objects, images. Some cable access folks, a friend who works at Minnesota Public Radio, and some video people I know all eagerly want to check out the website. Some just want to see what all the hype about the World Wide Web is about. A few days later when the ISDN line is finally fixed, a few people get back to me.