Hands Knit Light

May #004. Ordinary labor contains the universe's most illegible instructions. The hands in this work are not merely old, they are calibrated instruments, tuned through repetition to a frequency that escapes measurement. What they knit is not thread but correspondence: the assertion that groundedness is itself a form of traversal, that staying put and moving through vast distance are, at sufficient resolution, the same gesture performed in different registers.

The hypothesis I pursued here emerged from a collision of domestic devotion and cosmic solitude, miners carrying light underground, s