It’s not just the glass, of course, it’s what the photons are doing, how they are taking advantage of it, or are affected by it.  They slide along  in the shape of it, jump, and land far away, bigger, elsewhere in the room, at another scale.  And ghostly other bubbles of light appear beside the primary bright dot, the photons acting up, some percentage of them do-si-do-ing out the blackwrap baffle I cut and folded.

I see the stray photons, the fainter, wider scatter pattern, in the darkness, not in the light.  The less you look at, the more you see. These few photons are usually unseen in brighter light.  These optical shadows do not show anything that isn’t there at all times.

There are no practice mock-ups.  And now it’s about the light, not the object.  I owe this work the gift of some very sound thinking about its development, not because I need to spear it but because I need to create opportunities for it, ways of light.  

so strange how it comes together, I see in my mind’s eye the upside down cover of the Burrough’s LP in the bin on the floor of the library, let it be itself, let the writing be.  Don’t write it, let it write itself, like the materials.