Red Death

I was in a gallery looking for some work I had group show. I must not have been particularly excited about what I’d put in there because I can’t  really remember what it was except that it was vague and black  and up on a wall. In the middle of the gallery placed around on the floor were about 3 or 4 red sculptures, they were red laminated geometric pieces like  furniture, nursery tables turned on their sides or very short office partitions. I spoke to the artist and part way through the conversation 3 or 4  girls aged around 10 years old came running through the gallery, they were wearing red dresses and had red ribbons in their hair. They ran around the sculptures, stopping, starting, positioning themselves in a fluctuating relation to the static forms. While watching the work play out the artist tells me the name of the piece, its  called The Red Death.