step out



          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

              For me, abstraction is stepping out
                                                        of the subject and into