One day, I accidentally dropped a latex paint can on the floor and just left it there. Days later I was able to peel the spill off easily, and I was surprised to feel a type of pleasure. There is something special about peeling things off surfaces. You are not sure how the material is going to tear and you can't predict the force of tension or what new traces or layers will be underneath. The peeled paint felt like the skin of the floor. Layers of paint from the past were revealed, traces the glass students who came before me, all in one piece.
Intrigued, I intentionally poured more cans. It took a while to peel everything off this time. Some parts got stuck because of the sticky materials underneath. I!m not really sure what this peeling is becoming, but it felt like the healing inside started when I took off the dead skin of the floor.