In here there is something unfinished yet finished, something of the moment and of after the moment. Something so still it can’t stop moving.
So I came to to take a walk in this abstraction.
Carrying 90 pounds of corn on your back balance as you find your way along the narrow paths between the fields. Repeating. You better be grounded or you will fall and break yourself. Blind. No matter how many hours creating something nothing. Nothing but a line.
When you observe suddenly you see
of the subject and into