Really? I beg to differ.

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Draw: trace or produce (a line or mark) on a surface.

Centre.

Most aren't open to understanding things. Minds close and forget that which we were born to do. Play is important: curiosity and imagination. TED knows; there is no excuse anymore for not knowing.

Traces of myself, left behind me.

Drifting meditations:

Gliding like ghostly thoughts through foggy forest, footprints become phantasmic momentary lingerers that accompany the traces that fade foolishly until I disperse them again, organically.

Playing...

This place is awesome for playing with friends!!!

We should always be playing... why do we grow up to be so not playful?

Z.

Saturation.

Some things become more saturated sometimes:
In a grand scheme, details could perhaps be overlooked;
sometimes they can be disregarded, such is Abstraction.
Being drawn away from the details could also be unsatisfactory.
Details, often, are the only way to differ from one another,
Beautifully.
Like tiptoeing through, changing your gait, and feeling new things.

Z.

Leftovers.

Process. That's all. Process.

Pomme.

Oui, pomme.

Because nobody will do it for you.

Post.
Z.

Over a horizon.

New topographers are lurking...

Z.

... and...

Kaïros.

Perspective sinks in...

near... far...
It is a constant. Perspective.
Context. 1. 2. 3.
Becoming something true.
Truing context.
Exactitude
left untouched.
Z.

Knowing who you are...

On days when being is within us.

To live with ghosts requires solitude.
—Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

In the time it takes to send myself to you...

The rotation turns from flow through trine and all along keeps the measurement of you.
Around you, partially, without loosing sight.
A list of things appears annotated by picas of parsecs, fragments of the lines that draw you.
Knowing is all that matters.
Draped in an ell of light.

02009.

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Second guessing movement.

Traveling around the axis in parallel ways.

Not coming soon.

Unbuilding.

Coming soon.

Rebuilding something that never existed.

Game On.

The WonderBread Project,
Eastern Edge Gallery, St John's, NL, Canada
02 May 02009 - 13 June 02009

Overtaken.

The desert still screams
Under sun and sky and cloud
like breath over skin

The Entire World.

So, this is it. All of it.
An entire orange once fit in this skin.
Now gone, the vessel dried out, but still structurally intact.
A new architecture. Complete in itself.

Z.