revisited

by Ian Williams

typed text on onion skin

I have been cleaning out boxes and the like in my studio at home and came across this.  I used to write quite a lot in my younger days.  This was probably written 15 or more years ago, but when I found it and read it I thought it could serve very well as an artist’s statement for what I am currently doing.  Or, I guess, what I always have been doing.

 

an attempt as every attempt

to speak a hidden agenda

to clear a road

or read a map

a little hocus pocus never served me well

but if I could I would

to turn this paper into breathing lungs