A space I’ve inhabited, made and created, my own
Enclosed and safe from the outside
Wrapped within it, my own thoughts and feelings.
A web spun with my own hands,
Intune with the lines that surround me,
I pull them out into the space, overlap, weave
Extending the lines of the space, pulling the walls into distortion,
Beyond recognition, beyond their normal bounds.
Lines creating pathways that intertwine with the solid surface,
But only fleeting in its existence
Made only for the pleasure of the visual gaze
Its lasting impression sinks deep into my mind
As I begin the almost performance like deconstruction
Tearing into the surface of the line
Crumpling at the touch
Beginning at the furthest reach I pull into myself
Pulling, unwinding, unravelling
The once strong lines lay lifeless and weak and unable to withstand any force put upon them.
I am surrounded in what’s left of my destruction
Tangled in its sticky web
It now a space unrecognisable to the space I created and inhabited
But unlike the space it was before
My lines no longer present but their traces left in the surface of the floors
The spaces between the lines