
Shifting between worlds. In and out. Sliding and jumping into the unknown without rhyme or reason. Everything is tangled and confused. Latching on to individual threads appears futile. They are slippery and evasive. A jumbled mess of people, places and spaces, some imaginary, others real. There is no concrete 'here' anymore. Just continual movement and flux. I'll ride the wave to wherever it takes me.
Discoveries:
Great interview with Saya Woolfalk about her work No Place.
Svarta - finding gems amongst the rubble.
I am not an artist
