For six weeks, eight hours a day, in complete silence, Terence made his way around a huge pillar of salt on his knees; for his performance “nothingtoodoo” at Mary Boone Gallery in New York City. Periodically pausing as he prostrated himself on the floor with the most beautiful Zen Spirit. Even when he went home at night, Terence remained in silence for the entire six weeks. I went to visit him at the gallery early one morning while he was performing to witness and photograph. For three hours I lay on the hard gallery floor, watching, listening to the silence, just he and I alone; I felt completely transported into another world.