STILL WATER “I have often…in my mind…my image of icon. In my travel I see the icon. I search…research icon. This piece is one I carry many years. It is wet. It is in my pocket. For years in my pocket. You understand?” The relevant iconicity of this installation is moot. Years in the making, Th(e) suffered ridicule and outright indignation at the hands of both his peers as well as the general public when he unapologetically traipsed about Paris with a water bottle down his pants. “Stupid hamster! Stupid hamster! Get me a gun,” Th(e) tried to explain. those that understood ran away. Those that didn’t drank from the bottle thus juxtaposing the latent motion of inactivity, Parisian tourism and inconsequential logistics. “Brilliant!” shouted a pedestrian who was looking at something else.