Toil and Spin

Cast off from shore, into the dim, the dark. Away, away. Adrift in an oarless boat. Deep, deeper below the mirror surface. Then snap. Caught in eddies of regret, past slights, tasks undone, worries fresh and aged. Ever searching for a channel back to the elusive elsewhere. Toil and Spin uses the visual language of minimalism to describe sleep and sleeplessness.