|Preece, Chemigram Texturology, 2013|
Yet this will ease my conscience at not doing any cameraless photography this month, and I will not hide my excuse: the bees have established a hive in the old shed where I keep my workbench and I am prevented. I think I should go down the valley to visit Bobby Bashir or Jeff Robinson to fire my enthusiasm and remind me of what I miss. Or Martha Casanave, who met me at the Portola the other day when we talked about her new book, Trajectories, which continues, in the months I've had it, to leave me with an uncanny tang of absence (strangely biting and attractive if I can speak like that), the absence of others and of ends to stories. An aching, extremely beautiful book.
And then a gift arrived from Nolan Preece, a new chemigram. Here it is, up above. "Eee-gads!" cried Martha. It's a sort of cavalcade of his own favorite chemigrams from recent years, woven into an elegant grid of chemigramic portals. The whole affair seems destined to open a new chapter in what a chemigram is and can be. We'll get the details from Nolan another time. For now enjoy, it's the end of summer.