I was tempted to alter the relationships today...a questioning of the degree of narrative one wishes to reveal...part of me wishing that the projector was working..projecting out footage of the bali surf trip onto the butchers paper...but then part of me content with what is already implied..anticipation of some other part of the story...the memory of something never experienced...some vague forgotten train journey or plane flight...but long car journeys & road trips are like good films..they stay with you for days...
i like that there is such a thing as 'butchers paper'...
each sheet a single memory
& the silent cutting machine
as the souls of human kind
feed above wounded memories.