Painting (oil on aluminium 125 x 127 cm) followed by free writing, WHY IT EXISTS AT ALL.
WHY IT EXISTS AT ALL
Suspended between infinity and nothingness
An appearance not by degrees
A large body of matter with no definite shape
Developing in compactness
Located out of the normal position
Endowed with an encircling limb
Inhabited first by three cells
Solved by dissolving
Still bearing traces of an earlier life
It is altered
Poured into from below
Beautiful writing
Tongue-tied
Words refused infuse instead
Plural tries and dissolutions
Make way for forms of the fresh
And are incorporated into the flesh
For the first time again
An impressed feeling formed
Without conscious thought
Lays down distilling itself
A concatenation emerges
Moves out and away
A wandering of wonderings
Concerning how something happens
And therefore why it exists at all
Eventually circumscribing the planet
Telling the tale within its own creation