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Ink, when thinned with water, allows one to paint for days. When canvas runs out of space there are walls, a ceiling, floors. Soon delirium sets in causing one to grow dizzy and collapse, moving limbs, making pathetic angels in the black snow. Swimming within the ink until it permeates the sink and ink begins to make sense. With the body empty of energy, the mind can deciper a new sense of order in the marks. As if fading into the picture and emerging on the other side. Inside the reality of the world that the markings describe. The reality outside of the mind and the reality inside are divided by a thin reflective veil - a fearful symmetry. But both are equally real. What happens when the veil is stripped away and both realities are no longer distinguishable, but exist simultaneously?

Scars often run deeper than eyes can see.