act/abstract

Grace
to be born and live as variously as possible
--Frank O’Hara


circling around the finding is the part of (dis)grace, what is left in clutter or shredded notions of past ignited in present tense each word shaved off like curls of soap, carved wood ornaments, one stray hair after another. the intention of falling rock or (grace) hartigan’s colors swept into place among a social mess of history and the inevitable, each line feeling canvas on skin, each stroke trusting and failing simultaneously, collage parts into a new whole, spacing expressions of the everyday, among art or emotion, moving stillness parallel to any destination.