is as follows:


Signal Transduction is the process by which cells communicate. It is the shorthand for our internal language - the basis of evolution. When signal transduction breaks down, disease occurs.


Given the theme "Earth" on which to draw, I could not escape the idea of the spherical form - the way that cells relate, impulses to move, to grow - the way the planets relate in space, with gravity and movement. I was pulled toward a representation of the forms that make up and shelter life as we know it.


As new forms of communication become more pervasive, human communication is changing at a pace that is impossible to calculate. We ignore more written information in an hour than our forebearers were exposed to over the course of weeks.


We feel pressure to be open to contact via telephone and computer at any hour of the day.



Are we more isolated as a result or less so?



Are we more in touch or less in touch?



What happens when we fall out of the grid?



Do we feel helpless or relieved?



If we were cells in the earth's body, would we be improving with evolution, or fostering a burgeoning disease?

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I'm hiding the words away in a little electrical box. I like the idea of someone being able to read more if interested, but not feeling it's obligatory.


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I had thought that I would be able to let people pull them out of the installation and buy them then and there, but I have become so paranoid about snarling and tangling, dangling strings that I have decided against this option. If someone with some money and a yen for a ball covered ceiling happens to want to buy it in one go, I've put a price tag on it. Then I can go to their house and poke holes in their ceiling. None of this will happen, but it's nice to have fantasies.