From inside out…
First, there was handwriting – my own, of which I am not proud.
Following a lead from artist friend/collaborator Tig Sutton - http://modern-artworks.com/- a clipping from a random diary extract...
... upended, zoomed-in, disclosed this...
... and again, clipped, magnified...
... the ghost of a glyph, from no known language.
Do we even know which way is up, in its world? So... interpret. Translate...
