ceramics statement:
People commiserate with others in different ways. One I have never personally accepted is through the commitment to an intangible deity. I admit to neither fully seeing nor sharing the experience of pain as well. While not a universally defined sense, it is undeniably attached to the classic five. The frustration in the mental interruptions in this life has been the presence of my body hurting.
I have experienced kidney infections, broken bones, torn tissues: nothing so severe has occurred to permanently disfigure me visually, yet I cannot deny that every movement made appears amplified within the mind's view. I cannot call it spiritual, but when one hurts, every lunge becomes a leap; every bend a creased fold. I absorb what indications of pain in the mind and the flesh I can, exposing what unfinished and bare edges exist in the mind's eye. For the muddled, overactive mind in need of clearing, I want to show what would happen if the head shakes as fast as it wants to cleanse itself of thoughts. For the tense back that wishes nothing more than to crack and dislodge, I want to show the release being begged for if it were to let contort. I base my surface on touch, the sense I know I understand.
The idea that an action has an equal, opposite reaction is not true in the relationship between the brain and the body: I wish to evoke how that equation would manifest were it a reality.
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