When walking on the Acropolis, photographing multicolored slabs of fallen marble, were you thinking about your use of language in your work? Has anyone ever described your language as ‘marmoreal’? Would you prefer the marmoreal of Derek Walcott’s description of poetry (as “natural and marmoreal…fresh as the raindrops on a statue’s brow”) or of descriptions of Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus (as “140 marmoreal remarks” and its “marmoreal deductive rigor”)? If you look again at this photograph of fleshy marble, riven with gray veins of tiny stones, perhaps you will find a third way to think about the marmoreal nature of (your) language, somewhere between the nature/art divide and well-ordered remarks? We can check the pulse of this idea when the time comes.