There are questionable things lying beyond the borders of an illustration or a photo. Ideas and possibilities can be lain around the edges but none of them can be raised and proclaimed as the definitive.
For illustrations there are dribbles of thoughts full of failed constructs, deceased colors and the grotesqueries of half formed notions. The borderlands of photography are predisposed for safer travel and will usually consist of systematic chairs, shoes, broken objects and modes of sex.
There is an art technique that joins these two that can breed disease in the mind as it brings you into unknowable depths and unsearchable heights. Empty space, containing nothing, holds the ability to contain everything the mind can coerce into peppered existence. The borderlands, and their endlessness, are willingly allowed to afflict pieces of work. Its purpose. To let your mind become diseased with the infinite.
Listen and Carry On
Space Oddity by David Bowie