Chasing Geometries.

for/as emptiness... 

And we chase geometries that are silent, 

diligently remapping ourselves.

We are each other's topologist.

Z.

[Re] Making Through Trace

Readymade. There is nothing readymade about the painter's blank canvas or the draftsman’s white sheet, even if we could say that each of those surfaces is already organized, already structured by the lattice through which perspective will map the coordinates of external space. For the smooth white surface of each is nonetheless the index of a kind of emptiness, a fundamental blankness which is that of the visual field itself understood as a field of projection. It stands, that is, for what is assumed to be the nature of vision's spontaneous opening onto the external world as a limitless beyond, an ever retreating horizon, a reserve assumed from the outset but never filled in advance. If in traditional perspective vanishing point and viewing point, horizon line and canvas surface, finally mirror one another in a complicitous reversibility, this is because they represent two funds of pure potentiality, two locations of the always-ever never-yet-filled: on the one hand, the horizon that vision probes, and on the other, the welling up of the glance.

Rosalind E. Krauss, The Optical Unconscious, p. 54, MIT press, 1994 - In a section where she is speaking of Max Ernst's The Master's Bedroom, 1920  

Pentimento.

... because sometimes transformation is necessary.

Z.

Tractus.

ViVa!

Suspendere...

Anchors for light.

Light anchors.

Are your feet firmly on the ground?

Are your eyes grinding the firmament?

Light curiously enters us, but where does it go?

Does it lie in wait on the floor of our eyes?

Or does it subjugate us into believing its form?

Anchoring us to the ground below

without truly eliminating suspension.

Firmare

Fix...

Always watching... Grasshopper.

Graceful vigilance

Energy absorbing sun

Like warm watchful eyes

Really? I beg to differ.