ramblings
a heat that rises from the asphalt. as summer’s unofficial start passes, rising actions are set into motion. the back and forth of writing against the page, the screen and back to the page. words and images seemingly unrelated, paint the sky blue or fill it with heavy, lucid clouds. to quote vuong yes yes yes. the photographic as an affirmation, a threshold across the lived moment, the framing, the mental image and the ultimate documented reveal. there is this exercise of looking at collections in chronology. a repeated act where images become markers of time, not only because of their content, but the way they nuzzle between other images: a secret of knowing. this knowledge of order, not by numbers or letters, but where images appear and reappear in a virtual time, a personal time marked up. now, what changes after water rituals, after a clarification of identity. whether core parts are unearthed, sand blowing away from the soul that was already there. a muffled voice against my ears, floating in perfect waters. left alone, after the proper moment, i was closer. a radiance of heat emerging from the core, a mirror image of my body, in all its strength and movement. it’s like nothing i will experience again, so uniquely timely. marking space, marking home.
heat that bubbles, a sort of banking heat, it settles heavy
studio
scraps
