Embraced by a swoop of dots, a barbless arrow with a notched stern loses part of itself to a white yang of gathered holes. Yin counterparts cluster to the wake of an impetuous crescent cutting the arrow just where its stem strobes. Both shapes are entirely self-possessed even as the crescent (black, sieved white) takes part of the arrow sheer nowhere. Wake dots fractal speck just emphasise a push into arrow’s solid stem. Their dehiscent burst teases the sensuality of crescent fresh into tumescent pride. Both are swollen and all are unambiguous. That white those black dots confirm as chaos weaken where black receives what white dots do. And so the influence of swoops on points is simply dancing, simply tingle tango, simply boomerang throw-stick hunting and the point of it not a bit distracted. Whites get on with eating yet drop black spore from the impact of their clash.