Or the Statistics of Art, Parentheses Parity and Pencil Parings
Two years ago today, I stepped off a plane in Wellington and said to myself “Well, I’m back.” It had been a while, clearly, and in all honesty, I thought at the time that now, two years along, I’d be repeating myself, but back on the other side of the globe…
As it turns out, things have gone rather differently, but parentheses are undependable entities; you open them, and you’re never quite sure when you will be able to close them again. As it is, a few weeks into shooting, it’s already been quite a journey, albeit an essentially immobile voyage, from Bag End to Wilderland in spirit, though the only real traveling is done by pencil. More..
