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No Ones Mind, 2022

       No ones mind , 2022

  sawing - poem - installation

"No One's Mind" was exhibited at " Dromokaiteio" mental Hospital, as part of Eglismoi Exhibition, curated by Poka-Yio .

A poem I wrote about mental illness and sow it on my child's bedsheet while she was isolated in a mental hospital.

No One's Mind

I create a place the center of a circle my core to isolate myself in symbols in order to learned to read the world when I deny logic

as the reality of others I am cut off from others while at the same time they are as deeply inside me as you are but in my own fucking story

emotions overcomes logic illusion starts hundreds of signs all  suck me in that direction when the intensity of my emotions are uncontrollable

due to one or many traumas animate holograms images are alive accepting the information of others according to my own prism

compose it in my own story as I have an obligation to make it as credible as possible for me to give a mythical dimension unreal

Why do you close your eyes when I speak to you? in my house I will walk in muddy waters George entered the sanitarium I entered my house

the one I had left my things without much effort My absence is manifested in a black chair with the khaki bag leaning on the back 

my white headphones are hanging Black winged bugs saw me from the opposite house they will think I am the lady of this house

because I sat down  playing the piano I create hallucinations to endure a painful situation I live on to small and huge mistakes

I need to believe in illusions to get out of bed I hold Hope in my armpit a woman gives me to hold in my hands eggs that ring I run, eggs ringing 

while I wanted you to hug me out of love the delusion has a red finger it greets me on purpose it leaves a deep burning mark in my palm

it is not a situation It's My truth and it goes further but how much can I endure to reach it? I'm looking to get out of the way I obviously entered

don't be frightened because I will be frightened too unknown cross-legged voices sat in the fabric of my head not yet, but soon

I will eat you my little wing-insects the floor falls the hand can not fly I'm on the talk show "Last Hope" 50,000 people are watching me

if you put your two fingers in my nostrils you will think that I'm  dead don't get nostalgic outside the kitchen window I have toast and cookies

I just showed you the doll that was bleeding from everywhere it has a few combed tufts of hair logically she should have died

but I don't remember anything like that I wonder where should  the female bitch sit  to get taller in your eyes?

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