Each day I swept the cinnamon pattern on the floor and re-layed it using local map templates. In this way, every visitor became a part of the exhibit, leaving a map of his or her movements in the space. Since I was in the gallery every day, sweeping and patterning cinnamon, people talked to me. Often, after crossing the threshold and stepping onto the installation, people would freeze. Some would ask me what they should do, others told me how they felt, and a few became angry. I had not anticipated the anxiety and playfulness of this carpet. For those who did not leave in anger, they told me about their experiences with cooking, objects, family, and art.
The work of re-patterning the floor made me the agent warding off entropy, the title of the show. I was the outside source of energy slowing decay.
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