The face of the other is an alien landscape, distorted, distant, it cannot be navigated except through close scrunity. We push up against each other, brushing lightly, accidently; the connection is made & then broken - all is brief. Faces in the crowd collonise & circumvent space with such stealth! Why do we not collide? We manage somehow to voyage through this turbulent sea. We swarm - sometimes not even knowing what is was that drew us here & then, just as quickly we disperse. 
Photograph #1 is NAIDOC March in Swanston Street, 2009. Photograph #2 is view of Stelarc's large digital face image taken at his exhibition at Scott Livesey Gallery, 2009.
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