I see the world in rectangles. If I am talking to someone, I find myself analysing their face, working out how to recreate it in bricks.
The photograph gives constant reference to the rectangle. This forces any idea into the confines of pictorial illusionism.
In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe.
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