March
The street that gave us four hundred caps
One summer, one road, one sorting table. What began as a nuisance became the palette for an entire room.
From the studio
Journal
February
On abandoning a piece at hour forty
Some forms refuse. The notebook keeps the sketch anyway, because the failure is where the next one starts.
January
A shop sign from 1994
It leaned against a wall for a decade. Under nine layers of amber, the old lettering still shows in raking light.
December
Why nothing here has a price on the wall
A number ends the conversation. A story starts one. We would rather you ask.