I am a pilgrim and gatherer.
Sometimes I need a place to rest. This is my primordial death drive, this is my habitat.
I remove, replace, redefine, and reincarnate. I untame and domesticate. I need the sensuality of creating with my hands to transcend beyond substance. My moments of enlightenment can be read through the physical transaction. Is this sumi-e? Maybe.
This is specific.
This is specified.
I create unfinished reality. I stand in the flux and see that both sides are one and the same. I function in uncertainty, in the threshold. I occupy the transition. I step into a new space, but discover the same place I came from.
There are no separate modes of consciousness.
Is this simultaneity? Is this Lacanian? Maybe.
I open mirrors and allow you a vision of yourself inside a larger framework. You are a fragment but you are not fragmented.
This is my humanism. This is my procreation.