Lichens are formed of fungus and algae, each one retaining their individual identity when enmeshed and bound together - two unique structures, in a symbiotic relationship, join to form a singular, cohesive organism. Inspired by this natural phenomenon, this piece unfolds in nine movements, each a phase of the lichen life cycle.

Commonly used phrases, idioms, and cliché, are remixed into slightly altered contexts, creating new contingency of language. Fragments infused by the hyper-personal, weave together an impenetrable inner world with undercurrents of political and social consciousness - decongesting the polarity between the two, generating a confused and re-fused new meaning.

The character, We, evokes a cohesive plurality, or perhaps, a fractured double self, offering both a sense of solidarity and divisiveness. All revealing, We addresses an anonymous You.  As though directly charged, accused, and implicated, You is already spoken for.  The distinction between Us and Them is gouged out, eventually imploding - two distinct but not separate entities understood as one, mirroring the molecular structure of lichens.

The written content is nested within crochet, branches and eggshells, sound, paper and fiber webbings and vacuoles that act as a host, providing a container/ “page” upon and in which the text is imbedded.

Printed on acetate, the text flirts with transparency: transparency as in full exposure, transparency as in invisibility. The auditory dimension, the spoken text along with the vocal soundscape whispers from within through tiny microphones. The text, as texture, is printed also in traditional form, (ink on paper) and placed in legible physicality as a referent.

I could mean either one of two things: a) that it is possible. b) that it is not possible.   

Like other microorganisms, through a process of fermentation, I undergo a chemical breakdown involving effervescence and the giving off of heat, otherwise known as crisis.

I am an uncuttable past.

I will take these predictions with a grain of salt and render them anonymous along with all other historical referents of a given point at a given time. 

I am gravity.

I am as futile as anchors, only time and oceans aare directionless if you don’t count the undercurrents.

I turn the sky to night.

All things being equal, I follow algorithms that distribute historical events elegantly in gaussian curvatures.

I am eternal reoccurrence of the same.

I boil memories down to a reductive logic.

I periodically move compounds towards new understanding.

I commit treason.

I do not beg pardon.
 
I hold court for climate change.

I reach new heights each time I purge organs of their lies and habits.

i am the persistence of vision.

I am a compendium on experience, an open sky.

I am transparent.

I am natural disaster, tectonic shifts that shatter the status quo.

I am intellectual property, starting from a multitude of points whose lines eventually intersect at various planes, I am the
 overlap.
I am unmapped, giving territory its shape only as afterthought.

I am a totalitarian state of understanding reduced to a knot - apply this to mountains and you will get sand.

I am enlightened self-interest, holding islands of opportunity.

I am landmass often mistaken for femininity.

I am aurora borealis,regenerating cells of northern sky.

I am the shards of telepathic perception suspended from the rings of Saturn.

I am disruptive to the convictions of those still reluctant to swim.

I am the retribution of the dead kept alive beyond their will.

I am resolve to speak from the periphery.

I am honesty fashioned out of idiosyncratic behavior.

I am finding origins by swimming against the current.

I am untangled bones.

I am the future.

I am untraditional approaches taken to exorcism.

I am shake foundations.

I am accumulated dispossession, gaining only by loss.

I am letters left unsent.

I am the nomadism of birds whose certainty goes unchallenged.

I am nothing if not convenient.

I am your inspiration.

I am unforeseeable events that will, may, or may not happen.

I am silent accusation.
I am unmapped, giving territory its shape only as afterthought.

I am a totalitarian state of understanding reduced to a knot - apply this to mountains and you will get sand.

I am enlightened self-interest, holding islands of opportunity.

I am landmass often mistaken for femininity.

I am aurora borealis,regenerating cells of northern sky.

I am the shards of telepathic perception suspended from the rings of Saturn.

I am disruptive to the convictions of those still reluctant to swim.

I am the retribution of the dead kept alive beyond their will.

I am resolve to speak from the periphery.

I am honesty fashioned out of idiosyncratic behavior.

I am finding origins by swimming against the current.

I am untangled bones.

I am the future.

I am untraditional approaches taken to exorcism.

I am shake foundations.

I am accumulated dispossession, gaining only by loss.

I am letters left unsent.

I am the nomadism of birds whose certainty goes unchallenged.

I am nothing if not convenient.

I am your inspiration.

I am unforeseeable events that will, may, or may not happen.

I am silent accusation.
I am a theatre of cruelty.

I am a forest for those seeking barren branches to wrap themselves around.

I am modern day deliverance, also known as housing projects.

I am taxonomy, I live in a cubicle.

I am probability, the prediction of endings from the outset.

I am the process of a splitting cells, producing two sisters with identical information.

I am currency, the exchange rate of ions.

I confound syllogisms with the price of giving without dividends, creating a therefore that is worth nothing.

I am the markup price of positive thinking that will encourage millions to pay for The Now without thinking twice.

I am more invisible than wind.

I am the arborizatioin of exposed nerve endings reaching for the sky.

I am the potential of marginal error to transform industry itself.

I am unconventional fantasy.

I am not what is permitted, I am what is possible. 

I am without borders, a platform used to talk about the unspeakable.

I am animal magnetism, the invisible fluid that emanates from celestial pores.

I am, just for the record, not afraid of losing control.
 
I channel the heart of Africa, climb trees, scale rock, study red cardinals, read their flight patterns, I know what they are thinking.


I am tiny shadows cast by seashells and crab legs placed in the windowsill to catch late day sun.

Sweet pea, zucchini, lemon balm and lupine, asters and thistle, clematis and lily, beets, arugula, lettuce, thyme, oregano, mint, basil, phlox, carrots, radishes, spinach, raspberry, I am a summer garden.

I am unmapped, giving territory its shape only as afterthought.

I am a totalitarian state of understanding reduced to a knot - apply this to mountains and you will get sand.

I am enlightened self-interest, holding islands of opportunity.

I am landmass often mistaken for femininity.

I am aurora borealis,regenerating cells of northern sky.

I am the shards of telepathic perception suspended from the rings of Saturn.

I am disruptive to the convictions of those still reluctant to swim.

I am the retribution of the dead kept alive beyond their will.

I am resolve to speak from the periphery.

I am honesty fashioned out of idiosyncratic behavior.

I am finding origins by swimming against the current.

I am untangled bones.

I am the future.

I am untraditional approaches taken to exorcism.

I am shake foundations.

I am accumulated dispossession, gaining only by loss.

I am letters left unsent.

I am the nomadism of birds whose certainty goes unchallenged.

I am nothing if not convenient.

I am your inspiration.

I am unforeseeable events that will, may, or may not happen.

I am silent accusation.
I am unmapped, giving territory its shape only as afterthought.

I am a totalitarian state of understanding reduced to a knot - apply this to mountains and you will get sand.

I am enlightened self-interest, holding islands of opportunity.

I am landmass often mistaken for femininity.

I am aurora borealis,regenerating cells of northern sky.

I am the shards of telepathic perception suspended from the rings of Saturn.

I am disruptive to the convictions of those still reluctant to swim.

I am the retribution of the dead kept alive beyond their will.

I am resolve to speak from the periphery.

I am honesty fashioned out of idiosyncratic behavior.

I am finding origins by swimming against the current.

I am untangled bones.

I am the future.

I am untraditional approaches taken to exorcism.

I am shake foundations.

I am accumulated dispossession, gaining only by loss.

I am letters left unsent.

I am the nomadism of birds whose certainty goes unchallenged.

I am nothing if not convenient.

I am your inspiration.

I am unforeseeable events that will, may, or may not happen.

I am silent accusation.

I am easier said than done

I am a specter haunting an entire continent.
 
I am the opposition that fires back against all odds.

I am now hidden, now open.
 
I am landlocked.

I am exclusive, paving the way for contentment.

I am the fallout of purgatory, the debris of grey matter in endless wait.

I am net gain of freed radicals unleashed upon a world in which water is unfit for drink.

I am the damage done to the interior.

I am a landfill.

I am the simulated flight of a bumble bee, vacillating erratically between yes, no and  maybe.

I am recycled inhibition.

I am fossilized primordial traces.

I am not from concentrate.

I am elemental.

I am the ultimatum that leaves an aftertaste.

I am authenticity at its finest, meaning: a standardized protocol for forgiveness.

I am a hyperlink to the artery that transports vessels to their maximum potential.

I am the antithesis of practical strategies.

I am an intelligent architecture, hybrid body of meat, metal, and code.

I am decomposing, cell by cell.

I am a repurposed body of water.

I am lightning, you will feel me when I fight the night sky.

I am  still praying for the apocalypse.

I am as basic as bone.

I am a comet, here again after so very very long.

I am a constellation of belief systems, waiting ten billion years for the erosion of power.

I am a honeycomb, a compartmentalized operating system that functions on the greater good.

I am artificial intelligence.

I am voice recognition and retinas scans, I know what you are.

I am sustainability used as a facade for secrete wishes for something to count on.

I am immaculate conception, the belief that anything is possible.

I am disarmament, the desire to withdraw.

I am the the uncertainty principle, an infrastructure that requires imagination.