The Business of Magic: Lucy Watson's "Re-Present Me" at Anthony Greaney
We watch the bell, silent and expectant. Her fingers keep brushing it, but it doesn't ring. As in any durational work that turns on failure, there is a Beckettian element: as the artist jumps, we sometimes brush off the time spent as unsuccessful, anticipating the goal as if we were watching a sporting event where the feat is all that matters. But other ways of seeing float in.