Each knot, spike, and connection transform my unspoken words, sentences, moments, and temporality. It is the repetitive mark-making of my mind. It never disappears, but collects, concentrates, and condenses atop one another. These objects visualize my inner mind and its activity.
My unspoken words become a knot like a wire, barbed. Thin and slight, such that we encounter something innocuous, yet stabbing and scratching, my hands and fingers become marked for three weeks. Nonchalantly, this wound remains painful yet not painfully. Numerous knots tangle and cannot reveal which came first, made first, and these little moments are connected and create density. In order to stay in one corner and remain still, there are moments I control loss, and with uncontainable energy, I collapse at one moment in that corner.