Filler, pine panel As a child, I once found myself staring into the hallway mirror. Suddenly, it felt as though my face detached from my head — as if there were another face inside my own. That alienating sensation has followed me ever since. The body is a vessel for the mind. I suppose the mind — with its vast, unconscious landscape — is our modern equivalent of the soul. The idea of uploading it into a digital space is, in a way, what remains of the old notion of an afterlife — of heaven. But such a mind, imagined as software or pure language, would still require physical matter in the form of hardware. A machine. A body. The Entangled Reality series consists of works made with a device that allows me to draw multiple lines at once. It creates what might be described as a polyoptic image.