a line from here to there with supposedly nothing in between
Three Four Three Four
it’s just white, no?
it’s stagnant, it’s still, it’s settled, no?
the movement, solidified, blown up, expanded, made all at once, like a stamp.
a line squiggles around, makes a gesture derived from the wrist. the material tells the way it was pushed or rendered into just so. wandering around its edges, it is flat. the image makes it still.
the qualities of line have a quick conversation over with the wall. and on the floor, from one side to the other are infinite in-betweens. backdrops are always shifting, meaning is always contingent.
(the line) it discussed the way it got there on its surface.