"It could be a fable. A white gallery hung with white canvasses. The cleaner enters and goes to work. Each cleaning leaves a colour. Each colour demands to be cleaned. And each new cleaning leaves a new colour. Colour spills, spreads, ramifies, like a thread that is pulled and keeps unravelling. The cleaner looks startled, but not unpleased by the turn of events. Slowly, surely, the room’s whiteness comes undone. It’s scrubbed, wiped, mopped into colour. The cleaner backs away from the work and out of the room, and starts on the rest of the world."

From: Judy Millar: Eleven Approaches, Justin Paton 2003