Lines, Linz

Two scraps from magazines. The small one I found on the floor of the studio when I arrived. I’d been kicking it around for a few days meaning to throw it away. The shape cut out of it corresponds to something on the reverse side of the image (I can’t tell what because it’s been cut out) but what’s left on this side seems like a reaction to the hole suddenly opened up in the reality of the man who’s had to grip hold of a rail to keep himself safe. The other I pulled out of a magazine and shows a man staring intently and at close range at a chip in the stonework. The man above him grits his teeth: initials have been scratched into the side of his face.