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A rope soaked in ink maintains the precise tension to be projected at high speed, as if it were the string of a bow. It moves away from the artist’s hand, and, for a fraction of a second, right at the precise point of impact against the canvas, it takes on a life of its own. The artwork is splattered. So is the wall, the floor, and, of course, the artist. The photograph of the event will linger on the piece, where the moment will be captured: the dripping splatter becomes the silent record of a precise and unrepeatable moment.
Through surgical execution and using only a chalk line as a tool, the artist projects a work marked by the repetition of replicated strokes that maintain identical impulse and intentionality, guided by a computer program indicating the exact vertical of each line.