Sunday, November 28, 2021

Orlando White

 




Limn

The page reveals a sketch of letters from
meditation: of an i, the pause between line
and dot, or length of the curve in a j. Space
and stroke determine the ductus of a letter.
And when a circle in thought functions only
as an idea, notarized into paper, it becomes
a gradation of pigments, an absent measure
of thought, an outline of the color white.

 

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