#77 – Woman Five


Materials of varying thickness, texture and transparency spread in concentric rings across the floor and pool up in all four corners of the room.

Encircled in this web of fabric, her seated body makes circular motions from her hips.

Her body is hidden, pinned in place, yet she tests this limitation by repeatedly reaching for the farthest edges of her skirt.

Breath becomes labored.

Fingers straighten and bend in attempt to hook the distant hem.

Suddenly, she has come undone and with momentum rolls across the tiers of fabric which wrap around her once, twice, again and again as she spirals and gasps.

Cocooned, like a fly spun to death by a spider,

she has encased herself in a cushioned shell with no air.


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