 Bruises. The data we don't see. A pale pink color turns ash and gray as an ever-growing vine hand-drawn petals begins to blossom. Each unique petal is painted with pulsing purple, red, and flaxen yellow splotches. The petals are clustered and some are accompanied by hot pink flecks and red dots which vary in number and intensity. Swaying orange and violet lines that resemble floating locks of hair grow from the base of each petal. In the spaces around the clusters of petals are handwritten numbers and notes which say such things as cancer, Cooper is admitted, tired and stressed, trying not to cry and call the clinic. A string of handwritten notes include the words acceptance and end plate and the underlined phrase I knew it. Several petals in a cluster are marked by small black dots. The phrases trauma bruises, I cannot fucking believe this. What's the point and on edge surround adjacent clusters? The phrase I feel more neutral accompanies a string of five petals which lack pulsing splotches of color accompanies a cluster of petals with dark pulsing colors. With a cluster of colorful petals the entire vine is shown highlighting the length, its winding path and the distinct clusters. The pulsing slows and the pale pink color begins to return.