I draw a forming fetus in its womb, caught in a battle between signs and sound. I draw fading faces lost in a mist of sound waves. I draw a quivering cloud of eyes, bound together by red muscles and surrounded by handshapes. I draw a single eye in an audiologist's testing room, looking out upon the signs and symbols of audiometry. I draw myself with wandering eyes and hands, confined in the small space between the Deaf and Hearing worlds.
Drawing is like dreaming.
So is writing. It helps my subconscious emerge. The more I put myself on other surfaces, the more I know myself.