I'm enjoying the Annette Peacock feature. Read some of it out for a dictaphone recording over Ludovico Einaudi playing the piano music of John Calahan and enjoyed her insights into how prose is affected by complex pursuits to not sound like anyone else, to attack things from all directions, to never get fixed on a certain spot or position when creating artwork.
Of course, all art hsas a purpose, but I've also always preferred it when it's more perceptively free-flowing, concentrically jagged and haphazardly splayed, like a brush pushed into the bark of a silk ring tree.
Of course, all art hsas a purpose, but I've also always preferred it when it's more perceptively free-flowing, concentrically jagged and haphazardly splayed, like a brush pushed into the bark of a silk ring tree.