Through a multidisciplinary experimental art practice, this project feels into the texture of fatigue – sand, spit, smog? The artist is tired. The kind of exhaustion that causes the spine to curl like a cat who sleeps in an empty pot under the warm morning sun not noticing the drool slowly pooling in the dirt. It’s also the kind of fog birthed from rage, its energy thwarted and dulled into persistent sleepiness, a longing for the haze of eternal rest and relaxation.