Clay
Telephone Lines is imagery I see when I fall near asleep on the couch or while traveling in the car as a very young child. Remembering the back seat of the Falcon Wagon or Falcon Sedan or Nova I slept in sideways before child seats, having seat belts strap me in lying down. These are trips with my father where we never spoke and I daydreamed out the window watching the lines dip and the windows whistle.