The unfurled becoming, absolute geometrical plane, the freely mechanic monumental body, the abstract line, line of flight, linear flight-flight from and to. The opening of spaces between.
The plane of painted dunes, static movement and the lizards sunning on the crest, resting on the crests, resting in the soft shadows. Joy of the bright sun, rich heat run down through the chest—nausea heat.
The Vast Plane seeking marker (a crack mirrored in peaks). The smell of earth, grit under the nails, bracing smells of insect death, guano, damp in the dirt.
The abstract machine: interconnection giving way to what is quantum instead. The networks striking, pressing up. Interpenetration of networks, that vision of the world that is simultaneously breaking down and deeply connected (“occasionally a terrifying and harrowing experience”).
The discomfort of overwhelming detail after detail in the vast uncaring net, in the sense of the web as the smallest, largest incarnation of the organized flow of ordering.
These are not specific references. I’d like to think that I’m invested in preventing specific recognition. These images reference to each other. See here how the language of signs can be both cold, stark, uncomfortable in one configuration and warm, kind, generously expansive in another. Color and spaces as forgiving breaths. Think these images as all part of one psychic space, one world. It is the world thin on the surface things, or the world nestled beneath, clouds earth-metal smells and taste.
I hope that one day I might learn to see this world outside the page, and hope the same for you.
Early on the monument was placed in the landscape, sometimes the sky, discreet object. In the last few years the distinction has blurred, and at times dissolved. The monument is the scape, and each image an aspect of that world. Monuments to the eye widening, behind the skull plate that lovely pleasure concentrated behind the forehead, involuntary intake of breath, something of the majestic and then the other branch, chasing cold majesty (sci-fi horror) clarity. Partly:
A palm pressed, spaced repetition- flesh pigment not so different from the same palm held up, sheltering eyes under a pitiless blue sky, ‘extreme weather event’
richly shrouded grey soft peaks overcast a glass plate calm lake. shifted vision eyes split by the surface, a dividing line: deep cold black mysterious curling flows of warmth climb upwards and a crystal lattice reaching downwards reedlike, riddled with pores or perhaps somewhere far out of sight a body floats
Grasping the cup, the thing and its line of movement, the life of the cup-
then, the cup as composed, the parts of cup molecular cup quantum cup. Absolute movement and absolute stillness. Expansive illusion liked to all the schizoid spaces: fingernails rasped against the skin through the hairs and the scab formed, tender space at the base of the skull — a mark on an unremarkable stone deep in the desert (not even deep in the desert, at some indeterminate place in the desert).