inside the nothing, an orchestra
hear your heart beat, organs pump
insides tire for your rise and falling
do you ever thank them?
thank you, stomach
thank you, liver
not everyone has them
gratitude for intestines comes
when the beeps bops bleeps
that terrain of blank canvas
the ant there takes his friend back home
his friend now food
blind ants - what do they hear?
Process notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: