Clap Your Hands: City Space is the Place

  Mike Ball crams the chaotic minutiae of cities into the amorphous images that fill the  pages of Clap Your Hands: City Space is the Place.  They call our perceptions to play, to make an attempt at piecing ourselves together.   Words, fractured buildings, and eyes beg us to make sense of the patchwork madness, to see a forest of human-made trees.  Sometimes a grotesque bird or a nubian beauty peer out to us; a conversation overwhelms.  

  CYH:CSitP reminds me of cloud-gazing, creating worlds from water vapor and light.  Balls's art is like that: playful, terrifying, awesome.