into exis a state of things that can't be desc with names...desc aspects of things as if they were lines of poetry, s if they were poetic reductions of their real counterparts sit between layers of things, likeg the level they sit on is almost transparent, like the sliver of an onion...pitch between the real world and my intentions it's about, kind of like a film on top of a surface, not quite the thing but it reflects the thing and lets the thing thorugh, like puzzles or codes or keys for reading eachother...like signs that describewhatever they describe at one moment. psychological maps. mental gps systems...cryptic but purposeful encoding, deeply poetcic and mystical...playing poles off of one another. something futile in this action, forms are simple and dumb, accumulation of mundane moments becomes larger than the parts...fascination with the banal, curiosity in what I find interesting, partly a way to map my brain or psyche...or brain scan, to reach a level of introspection, a humor and quietness, slowness stillness