Today I wish one could break out of categories. What opens a door on inception quickly becomes cemented into a partisan camp. Kandinsky was quite articulate at how the fertilizing ray transforms into the obstructing hand. The period in which this happens has quickened. An open door quickly locks those in it rooms into a state on what they will not venture beyond or worthy of being open to.
Sound exist in space only till it ends when it is no longer present in one, yet our lingering perception of it fills the total space dimension we are taking in at that moment. Hence it becomes a ‘totality’ and universal. It fades but fades into everything as an inseparable quality now dormant but eternal. It is this space/non-space I want to deal with directly beyond the prisons of style and categories.