Deliberately following a path of thresholds – invested with doubt.
This is the place – stop – drawing – the last pin hole- the last jab.
A last scar…..
She soaks up water fast, bubbles rise – yet the drawing remains.
I learn to realise – once soaked the paper is strong – where holes are places they tear – tears.
It reforms under my authority – I work folds and creases – place boundaries and interruptions –
it drys again and is solid ….