Balance and the Consequence of Being
Surface details, carved outlines
schematic measurments and recordings
angles in space and vanishing elbows
diagramatic intersection of arms
weather charts of the soul.
You have sensed the outline, the curves, the lyrically erotic.
You want to touch, to really know if you are seeing what you feel,
but one must be satisfied with the pen falling along the skin of the paper.
There is no untouching now, there is no erasing what has been experienced.
Only to touch more. To create a harmony and balance...
the consequence of being.