How to be whole in this world of multiplicity and differentiation?
By not making distinctions as you make them.
How earth-light would heart be if not weighted by narrative, not freighted with dogma?
How does an object change
and stay the same
as we move around it?
And as you move around it,
do you simply stay the same?
Perhaps there’s a deep intimacy
- even a not-two-ness –
between you and what surrounds you.
What the artist tries to catch –
of light on the eye,
and even of captured memories
How does the artist catch these?
Just in catching them –
bared the fluid (w)hole