The erring arabesque was born from an oyster.

She did not feel that she belonged in body and in identity to one single space…she yearned for all spaces, and all oysters beyond. She felt that all spaces yearned for her in return. And so, she traveled far, her arms outstretched, unraveling relentlessly.

As she unraveled, she found her branches entwining with the world's flesh, and she discovered that the world reciprocated, entwining with her being without inhibition, fearlessly. She discovered Romanticism, decadence, voluptuousness. She also found cynicism, irony, nostalgia, and melancolia seeping into her soul. And she let it all enter her, so as to conserve each whisper of the Earth with which she collided. For later. For the future. For eternity. Because each whisper was momentary, and would not be reproduced again, except in memory.

The erring arabesque circumnavigated the world, in order to survive, for if she stopped  her course even for an instant, her momentum would vanish, and she would collapse.

And so she errs to this day. She floats, she lingers, she soars in the ether of cyberspace and of the colliding breaths of civilization. Her journey is entirely made up of collisions, of wind and of crashing waves.

And while lurking in between those waves, held tight by the droplets of oceans, the erring arabesque unearthed the fruit of her pursuit – the misshapen pearls. From the iridescent bodies of those pearls, the fearlessness of the world radiates, and the imperfect soul of the universe gazes outwardly in shameless flecks. It is a mirror of her own soul – the romantic, decadent, voluptuous, nostalgic soul of the young arabesque thrust into existence.