mysteries of a moment each image here being such an event; we go see installations in big big museums, flitter around through so many flitterers and most of all, nobody touches the steel concrete or whatever; one must not disturb the 'art' wow wow; never really could walk into those 'creations'...mirror oh mirror tell me kind of stuff...not for me; each of us defines a self, daily through micro moments...I love the tides and its immense galleries daily 'refreshed' or should I say, 're-installed' as opposed to 'stalled'; for a museum is but a set of stalls, repositories of 'stalled' stuff...stuffed why not, this could be so? a thought...food for...