Sandra Alcosser: “One must look up to enter these etchings, tip one’s chin, exposing the throat. The brain, the crown, moves off center, lifting the heart, permitting correspondence with darkness. I lived with (these) etchings for several months. Conversed with them. To collaborate is to travel in the imaginary of another, to abandon one’s solitary practices. At night while I slept, my feet grew sooty.”