In these moody, contemplative and lonely works, battlefields hesitantly begin to give way to forces of growth; animals return to destruction-scarred locations, now neglected by their departed human lords, bringing with them natural balance, hazy potential, and new peace.
Like Harry Potter living under Vernon and Petunia Dursley’s stairwell, Video Art was skinny, self-confidence challenged, visually impaired, and under-appreciated, ignorant of the magical power it would soon learn to wield.
Like trying to understand why we fall in love, the gamut of explanations for why we collect art is at once highly diverse yet difficult to nail down.