omonia

all is full collecting and gathering taking to and transcending to other moments, the beauty and stillness of the lines and traces that notate the street and it's many faces upon i sit in haste of myself as it seems strange perhaps the eyes look but never give you trace of the symptom that lies behind the facade of thought that transcends through their SOLE/SOUL where does the soul lay, no-one is/has stopped to listen to the moment of the street or have i even met an event of an age such which is crooked and frailed, embittered with.....hands like dough fired to the point of glistening, bristling, listening to the sounds of coins as they hit and lay beside her existence and dwell of becoming and the going of tomorrow where the sound of coins will again re-assure the moments in which wait our intervention.

athens november 1994