Rites : Let us think about vision and painting as inextricably embedded in the human body as a co-joined language. Further to the notion of surface is the experience of zero juxtaposition. How many dimensions do we need anyway? What of the non-meaning, the non-sensical the absurd and divine? Like the mad woman’s dream. Something wild from the edge of town. What is it to dream as the mad woman? And who is she/he/we/they?