Reflections on a Goldin Eye

Recently I went back to see 

the great Nan Goldin show at Rebecca Camhi

I got lost in the hazy reflections of the atmospheric photos

 the pictures made strange sense with the space

they seemed to talk to each other

I saw myself in a few

in the gallery office, a George Lappas sculpture (right)

together with one of my Golden Wrapped chairs 

Headquarters leftovers