i remember seeing this as a child and deciding
i wanted to be detail oriented too
i thought it was from reading sherlock holmes
until i remembered that i didn't read
sherlock holmes, i was 8.
but i definitely watched this movie a lot.
for whatever reason i remember this movie
as being strangely influential as a moment
when as a kid, i decided i wanted to
really figure things out, what caused things,
could i replicate things, how to make conclusions
on as little evidence as possible...
that kind of childhood dawning of awareness
when you kinda start noticing that
there's a whole lot more stuff going on,
literally everywhere.
this was the earliest memory i could conjure
relating to that kind of visual deduction,
which leads me to my present fascination with
scuffs scrapes spills and stains.
i'm deeply interested in these
spontaneous effects of human activity
because of how much life must have been lived
in order to make things this way
i don't only see a coffee spill,
i see a missed cup of coffee,
a conversation changed,
a life altered...
i don't just look at a scratch in an alley
i imagine a distraught driver
on their way to the next destination
with yet another bill to pay...
these marks are all around us
telling us that we are alive
and that things don't always go right
but they keep going anyway
we make them too
we have marked our worlds more times
than we could ever remember or count
things don't always go right
but we've made it this far
we keep going anyway
