nothing.

What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangment of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Ohterwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecues of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, crisscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.



- - - & that is exactly how I feel - - -