I remember this moment in my studio three years ago. On the left was a small study of a painting that I was going to make. On the right was a piece of blue foam with an edge of soft aging yellow that I was enchanted by and I put it up immediately to admire it, adding two more paper clips to help the two pieces of washi tape.

I remember that night I was just watching this piece of blue rising and falling gently against the wall. Mesmerised by the visualisation of the rhythm I was so used to in the studio - the pulsing of the air by the ceiling fan that I was subconsciously so used to, now coming into view. It is alive.

That night I left the studio perplexed. How can I get from the left to the right?