Cynthia E. Wood:
Kaleidoscope glasses
Cynthia E. Wood:
Fly-by-night-drive-by-shooting
Cynthia E. Wood:
Treasure hunt II
Cynthia E. Wood:
Treasure hunt
Cynthia E. Wood:
Night moves I
Cynthia E. Wood:
Night moves II
Cynthia E. Wood:
Traffic jam
Cynthia E. Wood:
Erosion-testing
Cynthia E. Wood:
Life in the fast lane
Cynthia E. Wood:
The yearling
Cynthia E. Wood:
Shapeshifters
Cynthia E. Wood:
Tumbling dice
Cynthia E. Wood:
Confusing
Cynthia E. Wood:
Two people crossing the road
Cynthia E. Wood:
Tunnel of love [Olafur Eliasson's One-Way Colour Tunnel]
Cynthia E. Wood:
Share the road
Cynthia E. Wood:
Make haste; night falls
Cynthia E. Wood:
Wined
Cynthia E. Wood:
Faster, pussycat, kill kill
Cynthia E. Wood:
Headed for Vegas with a fistful of coins
Cynthia E. Wood:
We are, all of us, wandering around lost; alone in a crowd; unable to truly see one another.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Yellow taxicab
Cynthia E. Wood:
Smarties
Cynthia E. Wood:
...and then it all started to become clear.
Cynthia E. Wood:
At first I thought I was seeing things...you know, things that weren't really there
Cynthia E. Wood:
Travel bugs
Cynthia E. Wood:
I see a light
