If a public entity (school, park, bus stop, subway) had the public comfort in mind, they would provide us with some Kleenex. Tissues are a comfort when it's needed and it seems we all need to beg for it or fend for ourselves. Even though other things at hand might serve its function, it does not feel like a luxury when you reach for it.

Sometimes when this piece is shown, I use tissues in other places as well. In the last show there was a gap between floor and wall. We folded Kleenex and piled them underneath the wall - a secret stash. They also appeared on windowsills and a vitrine (big glass case) that happened to be available.

The students at Eureka College thought that there was some kind of psychological experiment associated with the piece. The rumors flew and they believed that the color they chose "meant something". Somehow they felt observed when reaching for the Kleenex. And reach they did - the boxes were quite empty on de-installation.

Comfort to the people!