I had wanted the animation I’m working on to go to the dark space of NYC in the sixties that my dad sort of played with in the seventies out of Paul Klee I think… mixed with the rising minimalism and Joseph Albers, however the nice thing about a consecutively drawn animation is that other things happen in the chess game of self against time and space. Spain showed up with it’s arenas of Roman smiles. Plans foiled. Blood spilled. Moving on.