Recently, Truman Capote suggested that I should eat nothing but apples for a week. “Suppose you ate nothing but apples for a week,” he said.  “Unquestionably you would exhaust your appetite for apples and most certainly know what they taste like.”

Then, not long after Truman set the apple challenge, Gertrude Stein told me, “I always say that you can not tell what a picture really is or what an object really is until you dust it every day and you cannot tell what a book is until you type it or proof read it. It then does something to you that only reading never can do.”

So, I thought about how repetitive acts can lead to intimate knowledge of a thing or a person or a place. I’ve been testing this out. I’ve watched a 1978 episode of Coronation Street over and over again. I made a transcription then repeatedly recorded myself reading it. I’ve watched a Rod Stewart documentary more than 6 times in one weekend. I kept photographing clouds and TVs. I’ve repeated words and images again and again.
What does that say about me?