The thing is, this tune isn’t really about anything I can put my finger on. I enter the world not knowing what I’ll find, and it never turns out as I’d anticipated. I certainly wasn’t looking for velvety, gleaming geometries, but if you assume something’s out there waiting, something always turns up.
Arranging things in a space, sorting the continual rush of image into a snatch of rhythm, one trusts one’s tools and impulses, and when things go well, it’s one wonder after another. So much thought and practice goes into it, years and years, but when the shift happens for a little while, one is sometimes a little distant, a little dumb. Whatever sophistication one has, seeps in anyway, and the work improves when the judge stops watching.