A Chelsea (NYC) gallery window reflects buildings and traffic outside, and inside an employee paints walls for an upcoming installation. Does she realize how well the paintings reflect her harness?
On Staten Island in NYC, locust tree shadows skid over a brick wall as a dark window reflects the old chandelier inside.
On the High Line in New York, escaped grasses poke through a glass partition. Their reflections draw linear symmetries.
On West 17th Street a Buddhist demon in a window of the Rubin Museum gobbles every leaf, but what about the ladder?
And that’s me, puzzled in Seattle…