Studio

Cheesecloth cube...

Foiling of an expectation.
Less than a stiff-arm,
It is complex and compelling.

She worked with the object like it was an
Animal before her.
A struggle with something that had its own autonomy. 
It doesn’t want to stand, she said.
I can’t make it stand.

Consenting the delicate collapse 
of an airy geometry.
No finesse.
This is the state of things.

Is this a form of mothering
Given I was there
from the starting point of zero?

Generative fake out.
Rabbit hole.
Does anybody have any questions?