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