As i entered the darkened room, i saw something un-expected. An artist leaning on the strings, that would later be changed by my family.  She leaned back on the strings as if they could support the weight of an elephant. After the artist  left i looked at the messsage on the chair “anything is possible” it read.  I went upstairs to find a pile of wooden words made from the word ‘alterations’. I took all the bad words i could find and took them downstairs and arranged them into phrases.

On the chair i left the words ‘real art’ and a younger boy left a doll. When i first entered the space i saw a drum hanging there, i didnt edit it.