“I feel overawed by quantity where counting no longer makes sense. By unrepeatability within such a quantity. By creatures of nature gathered in herds, droves, species, in which each individual, while subservient to the mass, retains some distinguishing features. A crowd of people, birds, insects, or leaves is a mysterious assemblage of variants of certain prototype. A riddle of nature's abhorrence of exact repetition or inability to produce it. Just as the human hand cannot repeat its own gesture, I invoke this disturbing law, switching my own immobile herds into that rhythm.” PeopleFeelsHumansHandsLawCertainIndividualMy OwnProduceCreaturesMassBirdSpeciesCrowdsMysteriousRhythmMake SenseFeaturesRepeatsQuantityGesturesRepetitionInsectsInabilityDisturbingCountingHerdsRiddleInvokeSubservientSwitchingPrototypeAbhorrenceHuman HandsAssemblage Author:Magdalena Abakanowicz
“My work comes from the experience of crowds, injustice, and aggression… I feel an affinity for art when it was made a form of existence, like when shamans worked in the territory between men and unknown powers… I try to bewitch the crowd.” MenFeelsTryingArtMadeFormExistenceInjusticeCrowdsTerritoryAggressionAffinity Author:Magdalena Abakanowicz
