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you're  invited  to play the role of  “observer" (re) constructing      Sol LeWitt's   Forms  derived  from a Cube  

Since art is a vehicle for the transmission of ideas through form, the reproduction of the form only reinforces the concept. It is the idea that is being reproduced. Anyone who understands the work of art owns it. We all own the Mona Lisa.                                                                                                                                                     

WHAT: watch in real time as we (re)construct Lewitt's India ink drawings on paper in four dimensions (fourth being Time) as housing for Padua Rooster Shinnecock and his family.Their ancestral origins were in India, later observed in Padua along the River  Po, hence their name.

WHERE: sited in my open air studio in Shinnecock Hills

click HOW:

Appearing ........................Shinnecock Family Flock


Influence...........................Sol LeWitt


Concept ............................Hope Sandrow

Design

Digital Still and Video


Design................................Ulf Skogsbergh

Engineering

Audio


Carpentry............................Estorgio Rojas


Made possible with the support of Agnes Gund

(re) constructing Sol LeWitt’s 

Forms derived from a Cube

Sol LeWitt

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screen grab copyright Sol LeWitt 1982 India Ink on paper

October - November 2009                                                 Coop LeWitt: (re)constructing Sol LeWitt                            open air studio                                 spacetime

screen grab November 2009

copyright2012Hope Sandrow

a  Spider living on a  wall drawing by Sol LeWitt  at Dia Beacon

Chance Encounter

a  Chicken who crossed the road. Following me home to make his in my open air studio, March 28, 2006, on hills once painted by plein air painter William Merritt Chase

 

screen grab October 2009

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul.

And sings the tune

Without the words,

and never stops at all.

                      Emily Dickinson