23 February 2026
Still outside (working title): found a stack of old Polaroids over the weekend that I hadn't looked at in probably a year, and instantly there was a freshness to their format from a painting perspective—the image as a container being contained. Thought of Marisol's 1961 Family Portrait lithograph, of approaching and reacting to the edges of the source. Mine was of a scene of surfaces supporting half-emptied glasses and bottles at Yena's old flat in Vauxhall. Suspended pheromones.