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The work is a mess– it shows the hand of an isolated person trying with everything in their power to make sense of their situation, to make sense of their own existence. Through dissections, writings, collages, and various printmaking techniques, I am creating the image of a disjointed body that hovers between the real and unreal, and a person who is trying to fit themself into it all. Within the work, there is the examination of memories, the fear of one’s own hands, the acknowledgement of time, and the desperate question of if anyone else can understand this. The body becomes less of a comfort and more of a stranger, a vessel that holds a person’s entire existence while somehow feeling entirely impersonal. This disconnect between the self and body, and the feelings of being unreal, is something that I constantly ruminate over. These ruminations manifest into a character, into a whole world, becoming another attempt to try and explain these feelings and my own place in existence. 

They are calling out to any station, they are known as XHMN, and are asking for anyone to respond.