what if we could read each other's mind? would that be a good or a bad thing? Perhaps both? in the arms of a river, my stream of consciousness spilled onto the walls as I was blindfolded for four hours, in a quest to explore vulnerability & censorship. the same hands that manifested the words into the space, also brushed the words out of existence. just like the thoughts, quickly they disappear.

Pictura Dordrecht, 2020