This installation consisted of collected found objects from the artist's mother and grandmother, books from intersectional feminists and theorists, as well as handwritten exclamations of past traumas experienced by the artist. Accompanied by both a live performance and its sculptural remnants, this installation attempts to grasps at the divide between the artists's identity and traumas they have had to come to terms with alone. Standing against the female traditions their mother had wanted for them, a life clean from struggle and abuse.
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I hope you can understand why I had to do this.
I could not help myself, you see the mess
followed me into my fleshy home.
Now I am tangled
in it trying to remember how
you taught me to cast off, let go.
I’ve tried my best but by no means
is it perfect.
Perhaps one day you will forgive me
or maybe you already have…