Tuesday, November 11, 2014
The Text Keeps Unfolding Itself
Apparently I work best in morning— when caught in mid-rush hour traffic. A vague subject exposes itself. Deconstructs the former day’s notions. The seemingly incoherent connections actually prove useful—since three or four projects have stalled out, I have been seeking new associations to build off old images.
A library of clay shards. Untranslatable cuneiform cylinders. Scripted ideograms. Possibilities.