All art is ultimately vague. Even precise art couldn’t rightly be called determinant (neither Gursky’s nor Holbein’s themes can be absolutely articulated). No matter the resolution, there will always be an immovable lack in any attempt at signification (artistic or otherwise).

A belief in precision is perhaps a belief that everything will (and should) remain the same. 

So, some start and end with the realities of loss and limitation — as it is with the wistful spectrality of the work of Marina Grize.