Linda Lopez
I'm not so weird to me Chance encounters is what keeps us going Stirring up the dust that floated in the darkness Waiting for a warmer tomorrow You Can See Us If You Squint If You Can’t Be First, Be Peculiar We Will Wait Here Incognito When You Are Not Here We Have Each Other, Except For Him 75 and Sunny Shelf with Eggs, Objects, and Dust Cushion, Cup, and Cups The Lungs We Sit On Iron Prosthetic Organs: Five Senses Stimulators Collections Emotional Digestive Organs 2005-2007 Drawings
What was in it for the chair that hooked my bag today? What was in it for the bag?

I resist acknowledging that the objects inhabiting our lives are inanimate. By considering the objects’ needs, and denying our needs for those objects, they can expose a life and language of their own. A sagging couch expresses its physical exhaustion from the continuous support of lounging bodies. A coffee table makes its hostility clear to the car keys by continuously throwing them over its edge and onto the floor. By carefully observing the relationships between furniture, knick-knacks, and utilitarian objects, I have found them to reveal less about the lives of their owners than they do about their own hidden lives.

These objects present evidence of the physical and psychological states of objects that often go unnoticed. In this realm, objects cause unexpected encounters, such as the chair that hooked my bag. When these interactions are revealed, we look at things and they look back.