An artist, Noriko Nakamura, had become angry at life’s boundaries. Frustrated at the divisions they create, she cut a clean circular hole through an art gallery’s internal wall.
It was suppose to be an act of careful poetic defiance.
However, in the process of doing so she revealed that inside the wall there was actually already another wall.
A wall within a wall.
Nakamura writes that upon seeing this second wall she thought, “the boundary will always be a boundary.” She then “got frustrated and started hammering the inside wall.”
No more clean lines.
A second (more violent?) act.
“A soul which is not bound is as mad as one with cemented boundaries. To grow in love-ability is to accept the boundaries of oneself and others, while remaining vulnerable, woundable, around the bounds.”
Rose warns not to make boundaries concrete, but not to make boundaries vanish either.