Word: grids
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...stamped there, you feel, as by a Chinese seal), but the space also folds in and out, shallow and buckling, like a screen. Sometimes the brushstrokes are languid and creamy, but they are interspersed with a stuttering, rough calligraphy that might have been drawn with a twig. The broken grid half-conceals figures and friezes remembered from China, India and Bali, mixed with recollections of marketplaces, rituals and washing days...
...emphasize his liminal state, Ward's grandfather harangues form atop ladder and then hops with the ladder across the stage. Later he descends a metal grid by sliding his body in between the bars with half his body outside of the grid, half in. He exists partially in reality and partially in another world. In addition to creating striking images, these tactics are intelligent displays of how a madman might view movement...
...rolled oats, off- brand Froot Loops, sun-dried tomatoes, prefabricated s'mores, macadamias, French roasts and pignolias, all dispensed into your bag or bucket with a jerk at the handy Plexiglas guillotine. Not a human being in sight, just robot restocking machines trundling back and forth on a grid of overhead catwalks and surveillance cameras hidden in smoked-glass hemispheres. I stroll through the gleaming Lucite wonderland holding a perfect 6-in. cube improvised from duct tape and cardboard. I stagger through a glitter gulch of Gummi fauna, Boston baked beans, gobstoppers, Good & Plenty, Tart'n Tiny. Then, bingo: bulk...
Alas, no one. Having also forsaken family, friends and work in pursuit of the 100 hidden mines in the cryptic grid, I now come forward. Not just, however, to confess and admonish. This story has a happy ending. I come to heal. In the best Oprah tradition, I come to announce and share my cure...
...happy to announce that with a similarly prodigious effort of overindulgence, I have kicked Minesweeper. I did not avoid the temptation. I drowned it. I played. Night and day. Till I dropped. When I wanted to stop, I didn't. I forced myself back to the keyboard. Grid after grid, I kept hitting the Restart button. Long after I'd had enough, I made myself play some more. And then it broke: I'd played my final game...