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  • Terence Koh at the Mary Boone Gallery. I visited wondering why someone would slowly move in circles, on their knees, inches at a time, for a whole month and call it nothingtoodoo (and do it at all). It seemed a painful response to boredom and a bit unconvincing as a gesture for world peace (although respect if that's his true intent).

    Then a few nights later I caught up with an old friend. An accomplished overachiever, he revealed that he'd been going at warp speed for the past several years with no real aim he could identify, or at least be proud of. He was struggling to feel a true north and achieve balance in his life, especially in the imminent years ahead which would introduce the complications (and joys! I reminded him) of marriage, babies, mortgage payments, etc.

    The problem was he didn't have the time, or wasn't making the time, for badly needed reflection.

    Deep reflection probably requires some real nothingtoodoo mindset or time. And these journeys inward, like walking pilgrimages across mountainous terrain, can be as feel-good as Koh inching around on his knees, in silence, alone, removed. The crazy thing is the greater communion we may feel with others and ourselves as a result.

    When I visited Koh, I sat with him for about an hour. It was hard not to want to reach out to him and break the performance barrier, to see if his knees were okay, if his back didn't hurt too much. Or imagine how much he must be suffering, what he must be thinking. Had he caught any glimpses of zen-like clarity? What did he think about the spectators coming in and out? What about that girl who wheeled around the mound and then jerked back in her tracks in surprise as soon as she saw him and then pulled out her camera into his face, beepbeep-chugah...

    Did he even notice her?

    Swish...swish...swish...swish...swish...swish...swish...swish.

    He then carefully laid himself down, limb by limb, arms stretched tautly out in front of him, his body in a straight line.
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