Aaron Boothby lives in Montréal and writes things resembling poems.
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.
An encounter with the strangest things in their threads of differences pulled, affirmed, heard. The colours that bloom out of the deserts of texts.