Silence is space. In fullness, silence seizes emptiness. In absence, silence seizes presence. Sense and nonsense merge. The temporal dissociates. The knotted unknots. The cluttered, clotted mass of knowledge and experience unravels. Memory is reanimated and edited. Seeing becomes hearing and hearing seeing. Silence disrupts normalcy, bypasses logic. Silence enables transparency of being, knowing, becoming. Silence is empty space. In this space, change becomes possible. The degree of silence determines both the depth of space and how one enters that space—skimming, grazing, wading, or immersing. In silence, I awaken.
Where I begin and end is lost. rope, wood, pipes, faucets