I printed another batch of these over the weekend. How many is that, total? I'm not sure. Several hundred. I carved the block in 2021.
You Are Love.
Each print is numbered.
Everything I make is numbered.
My days are numbered.
I like the idea that all of these prints are numbered and thus form a kind of crude temporal trail. You can't tell when they were made in a calendar-sense, but you can tell the order in which they were created, when one came into being in relation to others.
Maybe days are like that, too.
When did Tuesday happen? From one perspective, the question makes no sense.
It happened after Monday.
I tell the cats, "You're best friends, you just don't know it yet."
Maybe life is like that. It's all there, already. We just don't know it yet.
Maybe Time and Experience are the same thing.
