Thinking about surface made me more interested in what was under it than what was above.
I wanted to become something that grew from the inder layers of the leaves covering the ground. Covering myself with leaves was meant to represent the surfacing of something out of earth. I was the surface, a lifless surface hidden under another surface. I understand now the layering of an infinate number of surfaces above and below where we stand on the ground. Its the understanding between the layers of life and death, what really is the surface of the world and the surfaces that the “line” of somethings life travels.
Leaves crushed.
What is under the leave?
Later by layer,
like an earth worm i surface.
Surface?
Becomeing the outer layer,
emerging to the top.
Surfacing;
becoming a texture,
I AM THE TEXTURE ON THE SURFACE.
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