My Walking

My interest is not in recasting the activity of walking so that so that it can be summoned to the altar of art – as dream; as drift; as estrangement; as metaphor; as participatory critique – but rather in pushing art to the point of erasure, to the point at which it discovers the aesthetic silence of walking. My aim is not to employ walking, or to change walking, or to designate walking in other terms, but rather to discover improper means to register an experience that falls properly outside art, that is aligned more closely to oblivion than to representation, evocation, and poetry. Walking appears not as an aesthetic means but as an aesthetic attractor, as a condition of alterity that demands an indirect approach, that shapes the possibility of all my efforts at summoning and indirection.