I keep thinking about Eyebeam and the projects, which might or
might not have a teleology, focus, or product - an end-point of
some sort. My own work continues to be a mess, it's about that,
it doesn't focus, there's no narrative (just as, in our daily
lives, there's no narrative, only micro-scripts between birth
and death). My work operates from gestures, non-aristotelian
logics with ill-defined spectra: what's abject is impossible to
contain. I think of music improvisation, which ends at a hiatus
or moment of exhaustion, when things seem to reach a point of no
return. But this is just a sequence of breath, breathing,
nothing more. I watch the residents and fellows at work; what
they're doing almost always seems to be a clear carving, whether
it be capital, program, or agriculture. I have no idea what my
goals are; I meander. My thinking meanders. I produce without
beginning or end. I record all the sound, most of the thinking,
images, and video. Something will remain of that, a kind of
philosophy or phenome