"There was a cave near the house where I grew up. As teenagers we went there to smoke and drink. It was private, protected, and wild.
Inside the cave there were names and dates everywhere on the walls--some 100 years old. My older brother’s friends’ names were there. Daryll Walker found his father’s name in there--dated 1965; four years before Daryll was born. We scratched our names on the wall too.
The inside of a cave feels like the subconscious. Darkness and silence diminish the senses; fear and fascination are intensified. There is no horizon, sometimes not even a ground to speak of. A unique awareness of the body and the self emerges. Cave spaces are often huge, anonymous and primordially private. Something rooted in evolutionary memory triggers an urge to make marks, signify; to commemorate existence." -Jeff Whetstone
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