I have been using repetition as a device lately. It highlights the subtle differences between the copies and the contingency within the artmaking process. When taken together, I wonder if these repetitions reveal the truth more? Is this a way of seeing in more dimensions? Do I get a better sense of what is real?

The pervasive vertical pattern on the surface is like a text that speaks some unknown language. It speaks of a language that precedes and shapes our thought. This meta language, that functions mainly beyond our consciousness, precedes and shapes our reality. This pattern on the surface speaks of a text that makes all other text possible.