A year and a half ago, I made Catharsis02, a film that documents me breaking sculptures that were initially made in response to my chronic pain and reflected my fragile body. In breaking these sculptures, I sought to accept my body’s delicacy and the guarantee of it’s decline.
Since then, my physical and mental illnesses have prevented me from making work, a particularly difficult consequence of illness. In my first work since Catharsis02, I invited strangers to watch me piece myself back together by tying up portions of the broken sculptures. I requested that the viewer sit close to me and stay with me for the length of time it takes me to piece a portion of myself back together. Once a portion of the ceramics were tied, I attached a sealed note containing a part of myself not told to anyone: a reason I need piecing back together. Should the viewer wish to unburden me of this secret, they could remove the note, read it, and take it away with them, but I asked that they give me a piece of their pain in return by tying their own secret in place of mine.
If Catharsis02 was about accepting my death, then this performance sought to explore why it is that I’m far more comfortable with death than I am with piecing together my living self.
Photo credit – Arestoteles Kara, Low Stakes Festival 2017.
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