‘The beauty of an image derives in part from the fact that we never know exactly what we are feeling when we look at it.’ — Jeff Wall
This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world...
Tape — Beams
‘We are too unobservant or too self-centred to fathom one another. Anyone who has seen masks at a ball, dancing amicably together, and holding hands without recognizing one another, only to part a moment later, and neither to meet again nor miss one another, can form a conception of the world at large.’ — Luc de Clapiers de Vauvenargues, ‘Reflections and Maxims’