Existence.

The world in which the reality is eyes and words and questions cannot accept simply that something exists. There must be proof of its being or having been and a reason for its being. An attempt to capture the essence of these somethings has led to the process of documentation, cataloguing, storing in archives. Art is an act—of love, of creating—and the creation itself, and it is this object the world beholds as almost theirs. The artist may live apart from mankind as a whole but in the desire to speak humanity, the body of their work ought to pass through the hands of society. In this way a oneness seeks to be found, a perfect oscillating pattern pulsing through people begs to be reached.

This experience cannot be had be it not for the evidence discovered in images of the art itself. These reproductions, always less than the things in themselves, ought to approach the near perfect form of the art. The ideas surging beneath, from which the work sprung, should be captured; the core of the artist should be plainly spattered and bared upon photopaper. Taking photographs of the pieces should fall upon the individual for it is they who speak need; they know which images reach the infinity of best. Precise mirror representations of artwork do not scream the truth of its existence. Always more than meets the eye; the creator knows.

Promotion, a primary purpose for the production of duplicates in images, falls greatly before that which the artist begs the eyes of man to see. One and one alone can determine existence.