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We can't own Time. We can only borrow Space. Experience alone is ours, all we can share. So we document. Start with curiosity. What is beneath, an ethereal channel, or an ephemeral abyss? Invent a process. Peel back time. Peek below at what has come before. Through investigation reveal evidence of time by layers. Organized, rolled upon its self a growing spiral proceeds. A center point of investigation moving forward through time, building upon itself with overlaps on points of repeated cycles, deepening experience along order, essence remains constant, an archaeological trail of detritus remains, a past strewn with deteriorated Heirloom. Experience once lost, now unearthed, contemplated, considered, then re-authored into a more appropriate memory, a History diminished to a more suitable part of a direly inadequate present. An inheritance of artifact with varying degrees of resistance, sentimentally a futile talisman against Entropy. To not forget, not be forgotten.

a place, silent, cluttered with objects, marked by some event. In the wake of experience We leave an imprint as we pass through Time. Evidence. A journey recorded, as a piece of glass worn smooth by its migration to shore. Collected, not merely for it's shape, the smoothness, evidence of a transformation being acquiesced. Invoked with a Shamanic grace, possessed as a talisman as to own it, is to have been a part of. Its tale now your own

GordianKnot Paint Rolls

2006
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Bottle

2001
Bottle, Tire Valve, Condom

Paint Rolls from Gordian Knot

2006
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GordianKnot

2006
Paint