Design and art are both about embodiment. Design is about posture, and art is about gesture. Design is about presentation, art is about what is presented.

I’m driving north alone to see an old friend. Stopping at a beach, I’ve forgotten to lock my car. Even while shirking obligations it’s hard to have your shit together. I ponder these objects, observe their place in my mind, the bags and rags and bottles, our history with them. I’m here with these things, by the naked ocean.

Nature or nurture, tradition or novelty — so many debates divide on this axis. They distract from a core truth: everything here and now came through a lineage. I’m not speaking of time. Lineage is the thing that persists, even if you can’t wrap your mind around it.

Twenty minutes into the sauna, after I’ve built up a good sweat, my dad takes a seat to my left. The sauna has a window in the front, and a digital panel, but besides that it’s a wooden box, barely big enough for the both of us. Last year I came home and it was here.

We stop to watch the view. // Small movement // Grasshopper on the rock Animates the void

The headlights open a clearing ahead like a page of a book from childhood