Everything counts in
Just what it is. Scrapheap.
A cache. The accumulated snippets of where you
have been. Now released
from context and searching for another. Some things have
been cut loose and are breathing. Some things have been joined and are
What you cannot see: there
is no carrier. There is no unifying field. The
fragments are holding on
to each other, trying to make it from here to
there. It is not an embellished
surface, it's a cohesive whole built of
You frame this. You
frame it and reframe it as you move in. The designing
yours. The grouping yours.
The discoveries yours. The conclusions yours.
You will look at what you
are looking for. You will search for meaningful
clusters. You will delineate.
You will seek out places you prefer over
others. You will devise
a selection process. You are being gently bombarded
with information. You will
try to attain balance.
Mine only the provision of
the plethora, achieving critical mass. It has no
center. It's all over the
place and I will not tell you what to look at. I
have no designs upon you.
The process is sedimentary, not architectural.
It's a grown order, an accumulated
history, a catalog of trial.
Claudia von der Heydt