Two pieces of Plexiglass are placed to sandwich a bunch of red thread, the Plexiglass is attached to the wall in six places creating a space of about an inch from the wall.

The body reveals itself inside out, reveals its battles and defeats, and its betrayals. Quietly, the body betrays itself; the glorious and confused body betrays itself, cells out of control taking over, moving destructively inside its host.

The mind processes the chemicals and the treatments as best it can, looking up at the gods. But the gods are distracted and the universe is too vast. And this is a universe reflected inside the body that does not distinguish between the body and its foreign cells. Stardust into carbon, carbon made flesh and bone and blood.

The work is about material expressing illness and confusion, expressing the body involved in a dance made of chemicals, of treatments, burnt flesh and cut skin.

The illness and the individual become one entity. In its disarray the work is searching a sort of presence; a presence that speaks of life and survival suspended in time.