The fogless mirror in the shower catches a cloud and for the first time, I cannot stare back into my own eyes while drifting into steam-drenched think. A droplet peels from the rind of the showerhead and I see my full self in it; upside-down, tiny. At the gallery, there are mirrors everywhere. A clay bowl reflects just in front of itself, and a boy … Continue reading 100/ exactly what we see