Below is an earlier configuration. The three rotary pivots pierce a thick sheet of paper that brings to mind a starched tablecloth.
August 2007: "I keep the forks rotating all day in the studio, and when I go outside and come back they are still there, still silently humming, still turning around and around, coming together and apart without ever quite meeting. They seem so intent on reaching an accord, but the moment passes again and again."


