Given that some of these works will blur the line between performance and participation, a few
unwary art tourists may find themselves momentarily corralled into being dancers.
I like the idea that the unwary «worshippers» are confronted with these sentinels, the idea that their gaze is somehow reciprocated but these impenetrable totems, spouting out of a magmatic matter coming from a distant future or past, have found a home in the Biennale's ground staring at
the unwary art crowd...
Not exact matches
Maybe the
art world is laying a trap for the
unwary amateur, yet again like sex.