- published: 25 Aug 2009
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Gary Hill (born 1951) is an American artist who lives and works in Seattle, Washington. Often viewed as one of the foundational artists in video art, based on the single-channel work and video- and sound-based installations of the 1970s and 1980s, he in fact began working in metal sculpture in the late 1960s. Today he is best known for internationally exhibited installations and performance art, concerned as much with innovative language as with technology, and for continuing work in a broad range of media. His longtime work with intermedia explores an array of issues ranging from the physicality of language, synesthesia and perceptual conundrums to ontological space and viewer interactivity. The recipient of many awards, his influential work has been exhibited in most major contemporary art museums worldwide.
A box arrived this morning
Its reason was unspoken
It was signed and sent with deadly seal
The box said "Do Not Open"
It stood there in the hallway
And arrested my attention
I paced the floor and pondered why
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
It was just the very thing I wasn't
Wishin' to be ownin'
A package sent to Waseley Hills
The box said "Do Not Open"
Seven lonely days went by
I wasn't really copin'
It soon consumed my every thought -
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
Frozen there in terror, I
Could hardly have been hopin'
Through an omen of my comin' doom,
The box said "Do Not Open"
An image of repulsion
I saw the premonition
It filled my frightened mind and still,
The box said "Do Not Open"
And still I wondered,
"Will temptation get the best of me again?"
I couldn't stand the torture
And approached the thing in question
I ripped away the seal
The box, it lay there open
And there I was, a sorry man
All doubled up and chokin'
With bleedin' hands and withered nails,
The box, it lay there open
And it looks like