MULTIPLE ATTEMPTS Intention and desire take shape through material. Threads gather into a fragile lattice, briefly steadied by starch. I sew the gauze together, then pull it apart — a quiet rhythm of undoing and remaking the self.

These ladders could never hold me, yet the acts of weaving and unweaving reorder my thoughts. As the fabric shifts, the mundane edges toward the dreamlike, opening new pathways for desire and imagined movement.