In the summer,  after only several months of pandemic, I began.    Rather than my plan,  which was to make tall energetic, ones, steadfast companions of clay, as an antidote to the ennui and fearfulness,  I found myself making a persona instead. Slowly rattled out through these hands, through the dull long anxiety...

We might change our awareness, disconnecting it from our somatic realty.   When disbanding with the need for physical logic, up is not up.  Our perspective  begins from the context of the air, or the body,  or deep in the layers under the ground.  It is a perseverative view, a woven...