Book: Vertical world

To make art, she needs to feel as if rooted in the ground. Threads rising from the planet's surface, penetrate into her body, germinate it, connecting to her nerves. And rotation of the globe from her the shining and a comprehensive body released images. At least, so says she.
To practice her art she must feel rooted to the earth. Strings rising from the planet''s core, entering her body, snaking into her slot, slipping through the openings of her nipples. And then tugging. As the world turns, the imagery is wrenched from her blazing distended body. Or so she says.