Your work digs at the inside. Leaving the topsoil there, upturned. You circle around the idea of beginnings. Beginnings are so specific. I return again and again and still lose my way, or tell it differently.
Beginnings are so huge.
A rebirth in each movement of the same. Much of the time I'm indifferent to the miracle of it. That's how I saw the men in Leverage the first time around. I saw transformation and indifference, side by side. A simple narrative.