Statement

Making art spells – between the eyes, between the legs, between worlds.
In the sliding flux
between ‘familiar’ and ‘other’, dead and alive.

At the slippery edge
where 1 + 1 = 3
and ‘+’ is the gap between, it is sex, desire, revulsion,
the miraculous and the monstrous.
The breath that jumps in and gives life.

I might be a witch.
So burn me.

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