I'm interested in text and image as a performative gesture. The text seeks to draw out a nebulous sentiment through cadence, alliteration, rhythm, repetition. The pastiche of literary antecedents conjures an index of references; it's about mood. But ultimately the momentum is thwarted, there’s a futility to the exercise. The words chafe against their lofty intentions as the images fail to conjure the majesty of their idyllic status. The text quickens without payoff: no character development, no plot, conflict or resolution. The images fail to assert themselves beyond the hackneyed. Although there is a slight texture of cynicism to the works, they are sincere. They desire to elicit a sentiment, nostalgia, an emotive moment. They confront the difficulty of searching for meaning with the forgone understanding that none is available. Yet, it’s the inquiry itself, the striving itself that evokes localized beauty of experience.