Look closely, very closely, in macro mode and that what is known, what is close, what is next takes on a strange dimension. Reality as it is presented to us becomes inadequate, impertinent. Suddenly arrogant. Sometimes knowing what each element of our environment is made up of, in its final parts, in its DNA composition, inverts the formula. And from so close everything becomes distant. There is a play with materiality in its pure form and in the process of transformation. Not only is the result, but also the procedure because it allows the decomposition to be graphed. No matter the language, nor the practice, nor the support, again and again like the ouroboros that chases its tail, it decomposes to build, it builds to decompose.