Medical School lobby commision

Becky has asked that I put up a piece in the department. We're on the 5th floor, and when you exit the elevators you come out on a nice, big circular wall that curves around the central staircase. It seems like the perfect place.

The space feels like a maw, the mouth of a cave. Standing there, looking at the big curved wall, I wonder if am I inside an organ(ism) looking out, or outside looking at a large indentation in an organ(ism). Standing inside, looking at the walls that contain me is introspective, a way of looking at self. Standing outside is more interesting right now, why?

The space feels like I'm at the edge of exploration. Again, the view into the cave, the cathedral. But a cathedral to what? Jesus; science; a piece about Intelligent Design? Crucify the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Becky would love that. Stigmata could be chickenpox, scabies. A cathedral to the scientists, to the workers, to the hive. A space to worship, step back and meditate on what is important.

Come back to the idea of a cave and Plato's allegory. Are these scientists studying the real forms or merely their shadows.