Creative Council did a studio visit last night with Mike and Doug Starn at their cavernous studio in Red Hook. It was incredible to see so much of the Starns' work--past, present, and future--in one place. It was a kick to follow the thread of light that runs through it all, to see the reflections (literally and figuratively) bouncing around the room. The veins of the leaves and the architecture of the snowflakes. How everything is connected and not touching at the same time. How two things, however "identical", are never the same. The acceptance and exploitation of the basic fact that nothing is perfect. Nothing. Even the light that fills the space between. How everything is as incomplete as most of the sentences in this paragraph. That is, at least, until we enter it. Until we bring it home, together alone. See. Still not quite there, are we?