Ambiguity is an epithet

And usually off the

mark. It's an allu-

sion to a deferred

choice between two

possibilities. In-

stinctively, we re-

coil from ambiguity,

not with impatience,

but dissatisfaction. 

Its binary predicate

is inherently dogmat-

ic; it has nothing

to do with seeing,

nothing to do with

being, and degrades

a mind by coercion,

to adopt its habits.

I like the first 

photograph. The

flow of the white,

the black plinth,

belong to dynamics,

not dichotomy. Be-

low, the regularity

in the stitching is

offset, not opposed,

by natural symmetry,

articulately recep-

tive. Liquidity is

everywhere.

Is this fashion, or

is it freshening by

possibility? Is taste

a human right? Could

craft and play be our

riposte to force, and

are there fairer hab-

its?