
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?

















