| There is a rumor afloat that a certain pranksterish element has dedicated itself to stealthily approaching this gallery in the wee hours, to add a bit of fabric here or a curved conical metal or plastic section there, in the hope that Ray will be too busy with his next project to notice it. If this joke was played, though, I can assure the perpetrators that Ray would sense it immediately; his sense of balance is too finely honed to miss such a perturbation in the rhythms rippling harmonically out from these creations, whose intersecting crosstides establish a grid for the next plateau of meaning, the field in which he is working. Perhaps, if it did happen, if the attempt was in fact made, it would not be done as a prank after all, but from the sincere desire to ride Ray's coattails into posterity. |
