All I had was weed (but what they wanted was flowers)

HD-video, stereo sound
13 min

stills from the video


I like the smell of wet ink
even excel sheets i feel it
touch of fingertips lost in their ways
I like to be filled

cold and smooth
into categories that I GIVE
to be shredded 
to become your sorted trash
the hider, the keeper

I love to be filled

I need to be filled

And shredded, recycled, repeated

you, you grow into the shapes that I GIVE
you, you grow into the FORMS that I MAKE
structures I GIVE 
and don't forget...
the shapes i TAKE inside of you
And the shapes i even ALLOW you to become

I govern your body as a ground