What happens if the body’s inner anxieties and fragilities are reflected into our surroundings? Do they begin to look like trash, are they sharp, are they bulbous, do they look like floating echoes of silenced screams? The nuance of shadows and layering in the silk fabric adds to the confusion of what is digitally printed and what is layered. The degree of what can be seen moves back and forth in a way that complicates the source of the complete image. The glass arrangements next to it adds to how the atmosphere is fractured by implication. The resulting image offers little glimpses and remnants of trauma, personal memory or a happening.