I try to make it up to Times Square to every time there's a new installment of The 59th Minute
. One of the things I've come to love about it are the the odd juxtapositions that sometimes occur between the rolling news text and the art. It's especially pronounced with something as still as Healer
by Euan Macdonald. Sometimes these pairings make for good DADA, but every now and again things get very direct and they speak to us like a Ouiji board. In the last photo the ghost in the machine reminds us once again that we really can't separate art and money.