In writing about one’s work is there not the danger of losing sight of the work itself. Is it possible that ideas and intentions while part of the process are not quite relevant to the result? And can we actually state meanings using the current memory of a process which has passed? Is our memory not also constantly creating? A visual image is after all fixed at the moment of completion. All that came before is hearsay and future experience and interpretation is a process of its own. If we are not careful we may find ourselves falling in love with our  words.

However, if one looks at an artists work over time something distinctive and unnameable begins to emerge. a thread; something that even though it is talked about is never truly described outside of the work itself. What is that?