THE NOTHING THAT IS…
THE NOTHING THAT IS, comes out of the environment of our streets, these days; the 'virtual', 'other reality' which inhabits them. In the midst endless mining and searching for data, for information, for what's hidden (conspiratorially) in the everyday... It's bounded by 2 quotes (always words, I need them, what else can i say). One from a Wallace Steven's poem and the other from Robert Frank. Two poets, really. One of the landscape and the other of the camera.