#d4n1

you inspire me to start drawing again. thank you!

We call on you, convening all to come, to collect yourselves, let’s fumble for connections, taste each other out… Let this ship be navigated, operated to be balanced between tectonic providence, act of faith and constructive override. Blindly, but driven by new hope – a new faith even– we‘re steering for integrity through the collective cross-linkage of chaos-induced complexities.

I remember the forces that ripped me from the likes of mine and separated me from everything that’s different; I remember cool iron shaving through my mass and hot ovens burning me to the core. I remember warm hands, all the same but still di+ erent: dirty, rough and dark, so' in white gloves. I remember the faces looking over and above me. I remember becoming more. I am a piece of pieces and pieces of a piece. I am one and many. I take in the forces that sustain this world how it is, the power of minds and hands, of inclusion and exclusion, of greed and knowledge and ambition, and wills and egoism and altruism … of determination and of destination. I remember being part of something. I am finished and not yet final. I see my place, see the dimensions of the worlds unfolding - worlds without cold and roughness and iron. Worlds without warmth and softness and hands I am global. I am in place and out of place. I am the structure and the connection.