Impossible Task

Measure twice, cut once. Sand, resurface, repeat. The substrate takes the media, reveals hidden imperfections to complicate the process. Fresh panic awaits at every step, restarting the clock as hours tick by. Surely the third attempt will be a triumph. The sun sets again on an unfinished undertaking.

In Another New Calligraphy's tenth Impossible Task, bodies press against walls to find small pockets of shade while bees drink and drip like an ocean. Backwards becomes a circle as black strokes become violent and the universe expands until it vanishes completely. Corruption gets boring and arms raise in surrender—the stars are too far to ask. The car eats the land, filling up on broken-spirited automatons. Warm, translucent blood spills from a crumpled face until it's naught but empty flesh.

Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.