Blood, urine, ochre and sap having been heated or cooled, stretched or compressed — or simply laid bare — was mixed and fixed to rock, wood and fibre. Having been scraped or brushed, chiselled or smoothed, sown or scribed, meaning became entwined with body and other. This melding, that had no precedent and has no foreseeable end, has become our reality: the cloth that awaits our birth and the shroud that lays us down.

Way back tomorrow                                                                                                                             Bruce Graham Fell