and here comes FOLDING.
the stance here is one of withholding and hiding on the one hand and protecting and safeguarding on the other hand.  the former has a quality of a tease to it, the latter a quality of needing to fend off that which is outside.  the act of folding can contain both of these positions; in a sense it integrates them.  i look at her and i see both.  sometimes she even seems to be menacing, like a queen who draws her mantle around her before pronouncing the death sentence.  there is shudder in her at what she is doing and also a concentration of power in her own self.
i am becoming more and more cognizant of the complexity of what is being said and the indeterminacy of words and signs.  what seemed to be clear at some point in time becomes murky later; what was meant becomes negated later.   i cannot determine what she wants, what she means to tell and ultimately who she is.