look at her.__ shifting head from one side to another, as if there could be a kind of control of the trajectory of the graphite by bringing tension to a determined area of the neck.__ a tongue sticks out and moves gently throughout swollen lips, those lips often bitten with such urgency; a hand softly sliding across the white surface, across that receptacle of the material reality being now created; a trembling left hand keeping form and matter in one same space.__and though it might be said that this motion requires a correspondence, there is really nothing going on beyond it. she is for one second of her life one with what exists not with or by the necessity of her hollow skull?s pretensions, but rather by the breath left hanging in thin air.__ [i cannot say what i think about when i am faced with the infinite possibility of the white, i dare not even say i think. for a long time i refused to let go of the idea that it represented no less than an escape from thinking, from putting images into words, when, what i found to be natural was the exact opposite. but every time i am confronted with a piece of paper, be it of any kind you can portray, i am left with the sensation that it is not enough to simply thrive on it?s being there, just there. i cannot say whether or not i consider it right to meld with the image, for i know i would be leaving behind something that i?ve learned to hold dear.]__ a line could be traced from the black-silvery particles spread across the whitened cellulose and the simple electrical impulses in the shifting head, a continuity could be exposed, made manifest, a beam of light could dilute the opaque glare.__ but eyes fixed on nothing in particular, and certainly not on the line being drawn crave none of this reality, none of this existence, none of this joy with which the material becomes real to others; eyes simply seek images meant to stay un-made, un-shown.
and then I decided to stop drawing, for good.__ and yet, no good has come of it.
coming in through my ears::Living for the City//Stevie Wonder