drift
.
there is a moment when freedom overcomes control
only to succumb to it a millisecond later
everything afterwards depends on a strange kind of discipline
when the body acts in opposition to the machine
the movement is never fixed
HELD
somewhere between instinct and intention
it finds the balance when certainty gives way to rhythm
then
.
wrist turns almost without effort
body follows through
breath settles
into a pattern older than
language
the point is not to escape control – but to find another version of it
line reveals geometry language reveals architecture
on the road the line exists only for the instant it is driven
on paper the line asks that instant to remain
there is always that temptation to straighten the wheel
to return to the obvious and expected
yet every corner reveals another hidden path
tomorrow it will ask another question
every moment carries the memory of the last while quietly preparing the next
nothing begins
nothing finishes
sequence unfolds not as separate moments but as continuous duration
the eye no longer stops on a single image but travels across
frame by frame through an endlessly looping sequence
perhaps that is what drift really desires
to remain inside the motion
holding the edge without crossing it
trusting the intention even if it has not yet entered conscious thought
mastery lies in the permanence of the battle
(image: Derek Boshier, B (IV), 1970, Pencil and pen on paper)