The territory has disappeared. The form concentrates. Precise. Polished. Closed upon itself. The fish no longer emerges from matter or from landscape. It offers itself.
Gold does not describe a body: it constructs appearance. The cube supports without participating. Everything is contained, measured, calculated.
A suspended sphere interrupts the stability. It does not illuminate: it attracts. The distance between body and lure maintains the tension.
Nothing appears violent. Nothing appears excessive. And yet everything is arranged to capture the gaze.
At this point I enter into dialogue with Levine, Bickerton and Steinbach.

The form has ceased to transform.
Now it acts.

The fish no longer represents nor narrates.
It attracts.

Nothing in it is innocent.
Everything is arranged to capture the gaze.

Like a suspended lure,
it activates desire
and pushes forward.

To keep consuming.