i am a wet cardboard box

                 the scent of damp earth

                         with a touch of paper and dust 

                                   ink trying to understand 

                                             where i came from.

I want to know a life where I can float, exist in the water, and just move with the current. Where the invisible becomes visible, the routes I have memorized in my head materialized and where I can see the pain in my spine without people having to know where it comes from, what is going on. Holding onto memories and feelings, documenting them, processing them. I make my experiences creatures I can hold and places I can go. If people want to enter, I want them to enter, if people fear them, I want them to fear them, if people don’t understand, I want them to not understand. I make work to understand my wet cardboard box.