A number comes to mind, a year in my life, a number of images in a photomovie sequence, a symbol I saw in a book. That in that number, that symbol. I didn't seem to see the written number, I saw the things, myself, some pictures, and these things in the kitchen, and another photomovie came to mind. This awareness, consciousness, perception, a slo-mo.
I wonder about a word to slowly riff around, a word, after an image, a sense, feeling.
A word, a sound, a symbol, a rhythm of day.
Or a symbol to riff around, that 'A' which is a 6. Just a number. To explore form, how things are and how things appear.
Lines, drawn, symbols, signs, to riff around, maybe some words; 'habit', 'movement', 'place'. I was going to say you choose, like picking a card from the pack, a number, a symbol, a Jack, a Joker. These games, of old.
The pack of cards fell, a word 'line' turns up, an accident, a random event, serendipity. Don't know. But.
How about a riff - this practise of playing, with the rhythms of language? No guitar, no piano to play with, but these instruments of language may be. Just 'line'.