She stood ... She fell ... She tried to stand again and tumbled to the floor.
She crawled across the room and stood against the wall, turning and clutching imagined supports, tottering from one foot to the other.
They beckoned to her and She came, falling over and over again in quick succession.
Appreciating each ascents required descent. Forever.
I make pictures. Each one I make gets closer to being solid, but they may never solidify. This is not a bad thing.