2025… working title

I emerge from winter having scanned through complicated images of my families history. Joy and tragedy squeezed onto one page like an attempt at reckoning with the fears of the author. Juxtaposing concepts that our films an stories purposely separate. War and Birth, Celebration and Death. Not in a way that is meant as macabre but in a way that is meant to be human. Still there are places that burn me like fire. Great privilege in the face of what I know to be suffering and the great evils of this world. Now this modern evil is all to my neighbors and fellow countrymen but they often do not see their own privilege caught up in what it is they have to to, the inconvenience of the moment justifying the separation from abuser to victim in the modern sense. In any case the year changes, my body fades and I emerge like some creature of indefinable purpose from my slumber. I feel motivated, as the world burns. I feel incapable of helping anyone which is why I can start to make the attempt.

a horse lies in his fenced space on a wide plane inhabited by birds, Is he dead? Is he sleeping under a blanket of Fog?

I decide to find purpose through process. Instead of sorting and delineating I will try to do it all at once. Instead of the Analogue and Digital there is the continual space of my mind and my externalized projection. This is true for my physical fitness as well as my intellectual work. To force enlightenment is to lose it, to flow with inspiration is to gain enlightenment in the aspect of becoming.