Aaron Boothby is a writer from California now living in Montréal who writes texts most like poems but taking various forms depending on purpose, seasons, and climate.
The nearest sensation to working with language is a video of Andy Goldsworthy making sculptures with icicles. A long icicle from the overhang of a rock or of a tree that is broken into fragments, each bit with teeth, melted with mouth and tongue, fused together into spirals and circles.
It's how the interior is both a desert and a listening post to transmissions not audible to any one at any given time, but to some one at some place in some time.
An encounter with the strangest things in their threads of differences pulled, affirmed, heard. The colours that bloom out of the deserts of texts.