These Questions Need Answers

A circle of carefully selected good friends can be helpful and encouraging. 

In this case I remember that at times we were being pretty serious, having this conversation about being able to achieve authentic encounters with others, not having to deal with a surplus of undirected hostility. About living in a world full of constructive alliances and people who felt safe and optimistic in the face of change. I was writing down the snippets of the conversation as it happened directly onto the work I was making. 

This motif later evolved to became a tool of captioning like one would see in Manga, Visual Novels, and Comics. It honoured how much writing was happening behind the scenes to inform the production of a cohesive body of works and the various lines of visual enquiry.   

We were discussing the possibility of living with no fear of evolution or the future,... but I also remember that we were also having so much fun that we were almost falling off our chairs.

Wolfgang had hand made a table for the kitchen, sanding and laquering a slab of Jarrah until it shone a rich deep brown. Rowena was smoking hand rolled cigarettes and I was visually facsinated by her gestures and the way her thin freckled skin and fingernails fell into the space between us, our glasses, and the items on the table.