• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05

Exposure of a shadow

And it came to pass that the skinny beaked thing coughed and spluttered and spat out the appendage. The image holds me, niggles and nags at me because there is no answer. This is the transformed image from one medium to the other, hiding and showing and then altogether disappearing. The drawing revealed itself to be an arm, the fingers, a wrist, some knuckles. It is a need of mine to find a way of making meaning without all the extra internal examinations. So it seems this is the outcome of the events, a force that has carried and shaped the forms...reach out...reach out...reach out...