In Manhattan in February 1985, I saw a Jonathan Borofsky exhibition at the Whitney Museum. Before going in, I noticed a shop with what I took for its telephone number on its awning. Inside, my numerological bent appreciated Borofsky's practice of constantly counting and then numbering works based on how high he'd counted when he finished them. After admiring a gigantic bubble-wrap figure, I read the label on the wall and noticed another beside it that read "Awning at ..." – and from a window I saw the awning outside with that number on it. I loved discovering that I had been in the exhibition even before I had entered the building. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 15 May 2021)
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