The helmet and projector are here!! Thinking of maybe including this text alongside but probably not.

Mountains form
when lands collide.
Rocks and dirt, drift into each other
and in the process of their merger
the air finds a path
creating a cave.

When I think about caves,
I think about choices
and how we face obstacles.

I remember how darkness
narrows down our options
and how sometimes,
that feels like a decision.

So we fumble in the dark
trying to make our way through.
we tunnel and carve a path,
nestle in uncomfortable places,
go deeper; loose our way.

At some point
we might decide to must turn around
give up on reaching the other side.
Find a new cave.

Also, found the press release from a group show in Berlin, thought it had some nice things to say about art today.