The very act of creating a work of art dislocates the artist from society, perhaps even from history, exiles him to the margins where he must stand observant and removed. Andrew Vass's margin is the edge of the city, outside its walls. With his principle tool, the line ' the line is his language ' he traces the barrier. He seems to be asking: How is it to be here now? And embedded in this question there is a multitude of other questions: Where to now? Why do I yearn? And from what, for what? And why the sky? Why the solitude? Why the horizon? Why the city? But most consistently, he seems to ask: Why enter? For indeed Vass's work is contingent on remaining apart from the parade, restricting his meditations to the line until the line becomes an allegory for being, a heart's pulse, a register of life.