Sheet Movements

           “What had that flower to do with being white,

The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

What brought the kindred spider to that height,

Then steered the white moth thither in the night?

What but design of darkness to appall?—

If design govern in a thing so small.”

                             -       from “Design” by Robert Frost

I often wonder how my sheets end up so twisted or even on the floor in the morning: is it my doing, or is something nightmarish possessing my body while I sleep? The variety of my shifts in “Sheet Movements” draws attention to the active (potentially highly designed) way in which I recharge my batteries. The dark, bland colors also unify the piece, giving it an eerie nighttime feel. While it’s unsettling to think of my sleeping self as pure chaos, it is equally disturbing to think that an underlying design dictates it all.