Games of Broken Math

Earthy, textural, and somehow soft. As a child, I enjoyed playing chess and checkers at both of my grandmother’s houses. My future seemed to be a matter of plugging in the right numbers, or the right moves. Those simple formulas seemed to crumble as adulthood and the complexity of living as a human being deepened. While the chess board has all but melted, the game remains. Making sense of the senseless seems to be the purpose of our being. It is both beautiful mystery and unknowing terror.