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'THE PITCH'
Home, mortality, temporal distortion, elemental transformation, and human perception
The Pitch. It’s the place where tar is made, deep and dark…unending. The place underneath, where dreams go when swept under the rug. The place where sparks turn to coal for you to write these words with. The place where time oozes and flutters through the curtains flapping in the wind. The place where the end and beginning meet, floating on the lake.
The Pitch: Text
[The] Pitch;
A sticky resinous black or dark brown substance that is semiliquid when hot, hard when cold.
Any of various substances similar to pitch, such as asphalt or bitumen.
The Pitch: Text
...Look below to view Postcards from The Pitch...
Starting far away with only a blur on the horizon. Walking through doorways…floating across a lake.
Working from the distance to the interior moment. Allowing each image to emerge as a step closer to Home.
From the vast to the instant…the fleeting to the solid...the far to the near.
Passing through each Still into the present.
Through the door. Into the House.
The Pitch: Press
The Pitch: Image
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