Friday 22 February 2008

Indefinite Index 001

The piece is its own description

Fly-paper to catch unwanted guests


Dust collected in the room

Ideally it’s a work that creates itself

A drawing. It’s a drawing

Paper, felt pen, hand tracing


One magical spray

Spaces underneath people’s beds

The mania of Limossolians

My scooter, clocking the length of the equatorial line

Economy of means. Precision of action.

Between the haste of communication and a sentimental stasis

We need un-thought-of futures

Ideas which up until now have remained unrealised.
Possibly will never be realised.

The amalgamation of two books
hypothetically executed on all existing books to date.