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The Wound on Wire
The Wound on Wire
Someone had hung it on the wire. I want to be accurate and I cannot be: I do not know who, and I do not believe it was the wind,... Read more...
The Failure of the Green Light
The Failure of the Green Light
The green light is out. February 28th, 3:44 AM, and the small illuminated rectangle beside the coin slot, which went on burning through six paintings and an entire winter, is... Read more...
The Opened Casing
The Opened Casing
April 18th, 1:26 AM, at the long steel table in the back of the recycling depot on Ferrier, where they permit me to stay after hours because I asked with... Read more...
The Burial in Road Salt
The Burial in Road Salt
March 19th, 2:20 AM, behind the works depot on Verrier, where the winter’s unused road salt had been dumped in a heap the size of a car and left to... Read more...
The Wall Keeps Watching
The Wall Keeps Watching
They came back for the bracket after all, which I did not expect, and now there is nothing on this wall but four holes and a shape. The shape is... Read more...
The Empty Bracket
The Empty Bracket
The housing is gone and the arm is still there, and for the first time in this series there is no red light anywhere in the painting. I had not... Read more...
The Severed Feed
The Severed Feed
The cable has been cut and the copper has come out of it in a spray, and it looks exactly like a brush. That is not a comparison I went... Read more...
The Painted Lens
The Painted Lens
Someone came down this alley with a can of grey primer and put a stripe across the dome, and it ran before it dried, and the runs are still there.... Read more...
The Turn Toward Nothing
The Turn Toward Nothing
Somebody turned it, or something hit it, and now it is looking at a wall. I do not know which. I arrived on a Tuesday in the fifth month and... Read more...
Rain on the Dome
Rain on the Dome
Real rain, at an angle, lit from behind and to the right by the sodium lamp at the end of the alley. The camera cannot see anything tonight. I want... Read more...
The Blind Corner
The Blind Corner
This is a painting of the part that is not covered. The camera is in the picture, but it is small and it is at the very top, tucked under... Read more...
Four Views of No One
Four Views of No One
A small monitor on a wall, divided into four, and there is nobody in any of them. Upper left is a corridor with doors down one side. Upper right is... Read more...
The First Red Witness
The First Red Witness
Close enough that the housing fills the canvas, because I wanted to know what it actually looks like and nobody ever gets this close to one. You cannot look at... Read more...
Installation Above the Door
Installation Above the Door
The camera is new and the wall is not, and for the first few weeks that is the only thing you notice about it. Everything else on this wall has... Read more...
The Empty Socket Constellation
The Empty Socket Constellation
October 2nd, 6:15 AM, behind the community centre on Delacourt, where a contractor had spent the summer cutting cords off appliances for the copper and dropping the ends in a... Read more...
The Crushing of the Rim
The Crushing of the Rim
October 11th, 3:33 AM. Something had run over it. Not a truck, I think; the damage is too local for a truck. A tire had taken the near corner of... Read more...
The Removal of the Tire
The Removal of the Tire
Someone had taken the tire off the rim and left it coiled around the wheel like rope around a post. February 2nd, 1:47 AM, same lot, same weeds, same distant... Read more...
The Rejection at the Back Door
The Rejection at the Back Door
April 11th, 5:05 AM, in the service lane behind that same depot, and the toaster is on its side on the asphalt. I had passed the mouth of the lane... Read more...
The Release from the Fence
The Release from the Fence
The fabric left first. December 1st, 4:19 AM, at the same fence, and I want to be precise about what had happened because it is the hinge of the whole... Read more...
Frozen Upright
Frozen Upright
January 16th, 7:58 AM, the same lot on Reeves, now hard, now white, the water gone to ice and the ice gone to that grey crust that takes a bootprint... Read more...
The Rooting of Weeds
The Rooting of Weeds
September 21st, 12:40 AM, five months to the day since I first set an easel down in front of this thing. The upper ticking has gone entirely from the foot... Read more...
The Fogging of the Glass
The Fogging of the Glass
February 3rd, 2:17 AM. The compressor in the base has been running against a cold corridor all winter and last night it lost, and the entire face of the glass... Read more...
The Separation at Dawn
The Separation at Dawn
Dawn is the worst light available to a painter and the only honest one for this subject, so I used it. March 8th, 5:58 AM, the flood plain at the... Read more...
The Freezing of the Smile
The Freezing of the Smile
December 19th, 4:31 AM, and the cold had become a serious institution. This is the station I resisted painting for eleven days, and I will tell the viewer plainly why.... Read more...
The Sorting Tray
The Sorting Tray
Order arrived late, as it always does, and it arrived in the form of a municipal tray with three channels. This is the sixth station. Behind the tray, in the... Read more...
Confessional for Current
Confessional for Current
April 11th, 3:40 AM, which is the hour of my clearest thinking and my worst decisions. The sixth station is a booth. Black steel frame, roughly the dimensions of a... Read more...
The Emptying at the Curb
The Emptying at the Curb
September 30th, 4:05 AM, and the basket was no longer in the building. It had been carried out and set on the wet stone steps at the front of 44... Read more...
The Donation Shelf
The Donation Shelf
Charity has shelving, and the shelving is perforated steel, and the light above it is one bare bulb that the manager has never once considered as a compositional element. I... Read more...
The Rectangle in the Floor
The Rectangle in the Floor
This is the cleanest piece of floor in the building and it exists because something stood on it for nine years. Everywhere else the tile has been walked on. It... Read more...
The Removal of the Machine
The Removal of the Machine
It is on a hand truck, tilted back at about twenty degrees, held by one blue ratchet strap across the middle. There is a way of painting a body being... Read more...
The Darkened Terminal
The Darkened Terminal
The screen is off, and because it is off, it is finally showing something that is true. One small orange light, low in the black glass, a long way back.... Read more...
The Lane Closed in Red
The Lane Closed in Red
A red belt drawn across the front of the terminal, and the red of it on the floor. This is the smallest gesture in the series and I think it... Read more...
The Unexpected Item in the Bagging Area
The Unexpected Item in the Bagging Area
Everybody knows the sentence. It is the one piece of language this machine has contributed to the world, and it is said in a flat recorded voice roughly nine million... Read more...
The Witness at the Scale
The Witness at the Scale
A loaf of bread on a steel plate, correctly weighed. I leave the paintings here and do not come back. From this panel to the end of the series there... Read more...
Assistance Is Coming
Assistance Is Coming
The lamp on the pole has come on and it is amber and it is rotating slowly, and I am looking up at it with my hands open. I am... Read more...
The Item Without Recognition
The Item Without Recognition
The scan failed and the object came back. This is the panel I would keep if I were only allowed to keep one. Not because it is the best painted.... Read more...
The First Scan
The First Scan
The red line goes corner to corner. I have been told this is too much and that in life the beam is a modest thing you barely notice, confined to... Read more...
The Invitation to Begin
The Invitation to Begin
The screen is blank and white and it is the only light in the building. That is the entire event of this painting. There is no text on it yet,... Read more...
The Catching in Weeds
The Catching in Weeds
January 17th, 3:38 AM, at the mouth of the culvert behind the rail spur off Fenwick Avenue, in the dead stalks that grow out of the gravel there and stand... Read more...
Flooded in the Vacant Lot
Flooded in the Vacant Lot
It rained for nine days and then it kept raining, and the lot behind the shuttered box store on Reeves filled the way a shallow dish fills, which is to... Read more...
The Showing of the Springs
The Showing of the Springs
Every passion has a station in which the body is opened and shown, and this one reached it on the third of August, at ten minutes to four in the... Read more...
The Scourging by the Wind
The Scourging by the Wind
I had passed that stretch of chain-link on eleven separate nights before the object arrived at it. November 19th, 1:07 AM. The wind had pushed what was left of the... Read more...
The First Ice
The First Ice
Water remembers the shape of whatever holds it last. I offer this not as poetry but as the finding of the fifth station, observed at 5:19 in the morning on... Read more...
One Item Suspended
One Item Suspended
It did not fall. That is the whole of the fifth station and it took me eleven nights to paint. January 22nd, 4:06 AM: second shelf, third coil, a slate... Read more...
The Taped Bundle
The Taped Bundle
March 3rd, 6:15 AM, the morning I finally admitted the drawer was full. I carried them down in a moulded pulp tray, the kind that holds fruit at the back... Read more...
The Multiplication of Cones
The Multiplication of Cones
February 2nd, 6:15 AM, the municipal storage bay off the yard on Delacroix, where I had gone to ask about a permit and found the fifth station waiting for me... Read more...
The Second Life for Bottles
The Second Life for Bottles
Someone had filled it with bottles. This is the fifth station and it is the one in which the basket changes profession. August 26th, 2:55 AM. It had been moved... Read more...
The Ceiling Canopy
The Ceiling Canopy
Rain all week, and the tall window at the north end throws a cold panel of light across the floor at four in the afternoon that lasts nineteen minutes and... Read more...
The Severing of the Cord
The Severing of the Cord
March 3rd, 4:40 in the afternoon, and the light in the basement had gone flat and low, the way it does when a person has been sitting with a decision... Read more...
The Carrying by Runoff
The Carrying by Runoff
December 30th, 4:02 AM, in the gutter on the west side of Delacroix, where the street falls two feet over its last hundred and drains toward the culvert at Fenwick.... Read more...