Liquor Jack: Clean Sheets

Turned Sheet: Gerhard Richter, 1965

When he was born they named him Alan, meaning that in future the area of himself would be known as Alan. The area of oneself is like a drop of ink absorbed by blotting paper, gradually spreading, blurring at the edges, receiving upon it other blots in different shapes and colours until finally the original is dim, indistinguishable, while the saturated sheet of humanity upon which it lies is cast as worthless into the wastebasket, and another sheet, a clean sheet provided by the advertisers, is placed upon the desk.

--Janet Frame: excerpt from The Triumph of Poetry in The Reservoir: Stories and Sketches, 1963

Turned Sheet: Gerhard Richter, 1965