something special…
about the form of a female human body… the ability of geometric shape and ideas to alter my body chemistry is astounding and implies more than post modern femo-nazi rhetoric embedded in a culture of lostness has to offer as response. Shape, colour, form and soul combine to bridge a chasm in me to something primitive and driven by forces that well up from I know not where. Inside my body I have a universe, and every now and again I find another part of it and share it in the spirit of vunerability and abandonment. Vibrations caught within me for such a long time rattle loose to the surface and dance on the edges of my skin untill they jump to the other, infusing myself past my body, in too, deep resonance on the edge of perception growls from a past that exisits out of time.
