I have been reading for as long as I can remember. As little me in Texas, the library was a place to escape the heat or just the weight of the day.
Reading stretches that escape—it’s a way the mind moves while the body stays put—or the mind stays put while the body shifts, turns pages, drifts away.
Reading is an extension of my practice: a collection of durations, performances, and accumulations. There are no formal requirements for what appears here.
Some books arrive by chance, others through conversation, requests, re-readings, or in response to the currents of contemporary thought. These readings gather as unofficial work—usually off the record but necessary, part of a working studio, part of the foundations of the 14th Floor.