About

A place that is a thing, a thing who is a sort of someone.

Color always happens from an interaction, a temporal interaction in continuity and discontinuity, polyvalent and liminal: a blue is a violet, a vermilion is a gray.

The subject only matters up to an extent. It matters more how it is painted.

My fat ass and my long hair, I tried to mark its scale with a trace, I failed. I discover that I don’t really know where it begins or ends.

As it travels through the whole surface, my hair as my shadow moves with me; a hairy gesture, damp and transparent, an intermittent shadow solid and deferred.