The 14th Floor > Book Shelf
I have been reading for as long as I can remember.
As little me in Texas, the library was a place to escape the Southwest heat.
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.
An intangible collection of durations and performances, the books are accumulations.
Literature, history, theory, poetry, artist books. 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.
This body of work makes visible the leisurely but necessary labor, built into the foundation of the 14th Floor, that forms a working studio.
As little me in Texas, the library was a place to escape the Southwest heat.
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.
An intangible collection of durations and performances, the books are accumulations.
Literature, history, theory, poetry, artist books. 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.
This body of work makes visible the leisurely but necessary labor, built into the foundation of the 14th Floor, that forms a working studio.
Book Shelf
