Here is her artist statement:
what will become of you?
i was left standing in the wilderness and a thousand nights went by, all blurring into one. it was here that i met many prophets, providing excitations in every direction. but, nothing is static, not that it ever was. i'm tongue tied, dizzy, my palms sweat and i'm restless. it is time to get out of here, it is time to move on. don't delay me, this is the preservation of balance, this is inevitiablity [sic]. the excavations of this place have all run dry. this is what i've found, this is what i will take with me. for where these treasures are, my heart is also. this is an enthography [sic], and i just can't keep it to myself.
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