Something half decent.

On a summers day you might find me lying on the grass looking at the sun through a blanket. Protecting my skin as the light dances through the weave of the fabric, prismatic. We have all seen our eyebrows magnified in the lens of a sunglass, the gangling trunks of hair follicles rising from the marbled bubbling skin. Later, I am working towards a coherence, a ‘finished’ thing, something half decent. The good stuff happens when you are rolling, when you are not ‘looking’. The process is a line. To the left of the line is the banal, the feeble, the badly conceived, on the other side, things are crude, in bad taste or boorish. While working I am pushing elements closer to the heat of the line and trying to avoid moving too close to the boring, vulgar or indelicate. The line is the solution – the desired.