Simultaneously Through Time
They were accompanied by an escort who walked beside a mirror with a frame the colour of pink finger-tips. The metropolis thought they had imprisoned the sun. The light was caged by gilded lines and strapped to the back of an ass but despite these limitations its radiance opened the gates at a glace and ensured their welcome. No bolts, no bars, no quarantine could resist their stately solar progress.
The capture of the sun marked the end of the epidemic and a change in the weather, for autumn came early that year.
Her own dreams had been unmemorable, and rendered nothing to the dawn.
Two processes move simultaneously through time, each leaving a track over a blank page, a screen, a fragile paper.
In the luminous arc of one perfect trajectory, individual moments are gathered, internalised and repositioned into a string of associated details. Tangential and fragile, they become a string of implicit connections that find an elusive yet concrete tracery through space and duration, colour and repetition.
In a second curve (intersecting each of a family of curves at a constant incline), a singular whole is divided and repositioned so as to frame a different poetry. As the One becomes Many, the pattern of recurring motifs becomes a personal, as well as a positional, archaeology.
As lines, these curvatures of thought chart a practice through which the personal and the rhythmic become the delicate sensibilities of direct experience.