Well, it seems that accumulation is not a process reserved exclusively for forests and bog-lands. Some time ago, a particular kind of bog began accumulating in my studio. Growing surreptitiously in a corner and eventually becoming a large mound of discarded canvases. A bog-mound—soaked in work, strategies, and eventually capitulation. Its own undefinable presence growing in direct relation to its volume, eventually imploring me to take some kind of appropriate action.

So, summoning up the necessary courage and concentration I commenced upon an archeological excavation deep into the depths of this compost of discarded work. Digging deeper, I encountered again all the long forgotten deliberations, strategies and chosen paths of action. I began dissecting, re-arranging, re-assembling, re-stretching—weaving together all the fragments of a journey previously embarked upon.