I Dozed, I Napped, I Writhed, I Dreamed coaxes us to witness intimacies. We behold more than what we see – connected fragments of milky white – tinker toys erecting all manner of allusion. Ever-present is the performative act of rhythmic labor – the forcing of a dull needle through hard polyester with clumsy grace; a delicate scrape is heard as string rubs plastic, like nails on a chalkboard. 

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