This is about open space, finding pieces and filling holes.  It is about a circle on white paper, brushed in the Zen style by an Asian man in robes kneeling on a pagoda with the sound of water nearby.  This is about the moment when space assumes definition, is or is not, by the addition of a single brush stroke.  Photos have layers of is or is not.  A table is.  The space underneath decidedly is-not but we find comfort in that space beneath tables swinging feet and legs below the knee. The circle is a complete form.

At some point in life we focus below the table, on the is not, on the swing of feet, the arc of legs, tracing circles through time and space.