Suppose one’s body could be traced back through a succession of geometric solids, as rare and pure as crystalline structures, taking form from the pressure of recalled external forces… the incubator, laundry-box, font, pram, boat, shoe, wigwam, bed, piano, desk, horse, temple, door …
… and if geometry is an expression of eternal and exact truths, inherent in
the natural law of matter and thus manifestations of an absolute beauty, predestined, of divine origin …… then let this classical model of mathematical harmony be infused with a poetry of feeling and memory to sublimate the discord of past passion and desire in a recomposed neutrality of being.
