BICHUS
September 2006
Sleeping in the mental lab, where the brain fumes emanate, the distilledpieces materializes into dark objects. Little and big grappled creaturesgnaw, climb, fly. Obsessive invasion. Recurrent Itch. I long for expandingthem into the whiteness. I cut out, perforate, embroider, braid, run intocrossroads. I challenge my skillful hands, sometimes clumsy and tired.Contortions from the absurd that give up when forced. And I allow shadows to light up extended projections. Between black and white there are bewitched grays and glazed tile lakes. My obsessions can be classified and coded. Even locked up in clear jars. They are the wallpaper of the mind's hollow side. The last shadow when I lay down. The first light when I wake up.
Mercedes Elena González
