Cheap yellow balls. Or were they lime green? Dropping, bouncing, stopping. Rolling across varied surfaces in multiple cities. Helpful people unwittingly disrupting artistic documentation, but making up for it through increasingly meaningful encounters. For some the tennis ball facilitated a strange availability. For others, a continued exploration of a studied area. For me, a continued goodbye… bouncing a ball on paths that would soon be in my past. 

Tobias Grice

Clare Bryden
Patrick Ford
Phil Smith


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