FROM A TO B

I'm fascinated by the lines in our lives. How they define us and confine us, bind us to the lineage of our pasts and map out potential and possibility. How we judge each other's ability to colour inside or outside them, never certain which is better. How we carve them in the sand as if it were stone and yet so easily erase them at the whim of our defiance or our convenience. How we recite them and read between them, write above and below them.

They are the stuff of art and borders, these lines. Of design and discord, beginnings and limits, measurement and perspective, planners and poets. But more than anything they connect us, one to another, point to point, some thick some thin, some twisting some rigid, some seen some not. And the curious seek to trace those lines that boldly reach across the uncertain spaces between who we are and what we could be.