Observing an artwork is not a passive act: it is a form of knowledge.
The image does not mediate a meaning: it happens. In this happening, perception thinks.
In the interval of the visible.
The form learns to breathe.
The verse awakens form.
This space does not request images: it opens a threshold for presence.
Here the line does not offer itself as form or as sign, but as transit. A passage in which the hand does not represent the visible, attending instead to that which insists before acquiring name or contour.
[To draw is not the production of a figure, it is the traversal of an interval. Perception thinks in the gesture and thought finds body in the stroke.]
Whatever emerges may be kept —not as result nor as work— as the trace of a passage through this field: my world.