ANYTHING BUT ACTUAL.

“I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing. Treacherous ground, my own territory … each twinge, each murmur of slight pain, ripples of sloughed-off matter, swellings and diminishings of tissue, the droolings of the flesh, these are signs, these are the things I need to know about. Now the flesh arranges itself differently. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping … I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.” Madness, rack, and honey. Bachelors Degree in Fine Art At: California Institute of the Arts View my work here: www.PressedAndBoundToBe.tumblr.com