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ArtiststatementofEmilyNeto's"LilyFullofGrace"

I turn on the faucet, the water rushes out. Originally, I planned to use a minimal amount of water. Just a few drops for my wilting flowers. But once I turn the ceramic handle, my control weakens and slips down the drain. The basin fills with a violent rush of water and although I only meant to fill this can, I am drowning. I feel the skin on the tips of my fingers beginning to prune and wrinkle, and in a matter of minutes, the feeling consumes my whole body. My supple skin creases and folds. The curls of my hair unify under the weight of the water and envelop the d like a liquid halo. I claw and grasp at asin, but the slippery concave surface not allow me to escape.