everything is architecture, my dear. everything from your grassroot warehouses to this umbrella I hold to avoid sunlight. the striations take form too even in your absence.
objects stemming from wounds
my injuries generate the art
the lack of explanation has ceased to make me falter.
so I continue to pick away until trespassing becomes clear.
fighting gently against
you never cease
to aggress passively
I find myself reading about science and math that I may never truly understand when it comes to the technicalities. What I’m interested in is how it translates into life and how we articulate with each other. I suppose this is because I used to think too much on the technical aspects of things, and I felt restricted in some way. Knowing theory is great, but I also think it’s fantastic to break away from all of the principles and just be.