Thinking about the spirituality of the visual. How when I make visual art, there is no need for reconciliation with science. There is no need to distort syntax, to subvert grammar to say what I'm impelled to say. No need for defiant credulity, for magical thinking.

<"Inelectable modality of the visible... thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane.> "

... at least that if no more" from Joyce, Proteus. Episode 3, Ulysses