time to build three boards for exhibition! visceral objects binding together with word. why is language so important to my process, to my visceral making, to the capacity to see who and where I am? why and when did the scratching of surface begin to undergird, to tether me to my own being, to presence? when did writing become the mirror to which I hear?
need to do chalkboards tomorrow for my opposables give way, moan, to the one too many mini clamp squeezes for tubifyingv the converted domestic thresholds.