I am bounded by the curve, entirely and in parts
I am swept up in Algebraic rhythm, without understanding
Pain chords sweep me and I am a well in motion
I am yearning to be deep within my photographs,
unable to keep edges in focus,
falling corners, jerking thighs, protective gesture
My body is a closed book and I am the hand that covers the womb.
You can read Josephine’s catalogue accompaniment here