What Drowns You Gently Picks You Up
Two-channel video, installation, performance
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Memory was triggered by the light, soft and warm texture of yarn and how they tied mother and me together. Sometimes tight, sometimes loose, sometimes up, sometimes down, we were floating in this relationship. Emotions woke up and went to sleep in repeated chaos and organization. The inner whip tied us together, then beat us again and again.