Mantra 
Ink on paper, 2018
10 yards x 34”

A hanging scroll unwinds to reveal lines of red writing.  Organized groups of seemingly recognizable script meander down the length of the paper. The unintelligible script begins to slowly break apart, move, and dissipate as the scroll unrolls across the floor.  The gestures collect and move apart to create spaces between the script.  They look like words, and patterns seem to become more like sentences. Unreadable, no meaning, no letters, no sound.  Simply transcribing motion and gestures of a hand. Undefined rhythmic patterns mimic the rhythm of the mind.  A mantra that isn't attached to meaning, but can set a tone, start a ritual, or influence the contemplative space.  The mantra only within reach when the individual decides for themselves what it should be and how to decode it.

Breathe.

The incoming swell of air fills your belly,

Expands your rib cage and fills your chest.

Hold it there. In your throat.

That space,

between your inhale and exhale.

The undercurrent between your inner world and outerworld.

Exhale.

The wake of your exhale retreating from your throat,

Your rib cage, chest,

And belly.

Hold it there.

That space in between.