Katt Hernandez (violin), Studio 34, Philadelphia, 6/28/08
A sewing machine appears, simultaneously gliding and puncturing a vast landscape of hills and variable slopes. The machine glides across our surface, a silent surface. The surface presents itself as stoic, as the machine's needle crosses, recrosses its own paths, tracing punctured paths, freehand lines, butterfly trails of consistently and silently hammered hole-patterns. Gradually the surface's stoic front wears down. As it grates and wavers, it forces high-pitched tones, beginning to betray, through gradual sound, its own pain.