out of sorting the out of sorts
Her works hope to be sneezes-amusingly jolting through tender topics. Satisfying for some.
flop
bounce bounce bounce bounce
hehehehe
flop
push your palms around me. i’m exhausted.
“the devils won’t leave us. So we will have to continue making things through which to talk to them, and for them to talk to us, in the process of sculpting relations between our spiritual and material world.”
— Jan Verwoert
Consistently in an inconsistent state of the in-between, the mind is all over the place.
In a place, beside a place, and without a place.
To be settled is unachievable.
Where you flail and spin for answers, your form becomes ambiguous.
You become unreadable.
A walking paradoxical state that’s inexplicable and uncertain
George st feedback