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Ivy in the Window
This piece focuses on Ivy — the part of me that is depression, exhaustion, stillness. But also rest, and restoration. There’s a part of me that hates being a “self-deprecating artist,” but at the same time… I am, and that’s okay.
This is a live performance: me, in a small room, lying in a small bed. Around me, items from my real bedroom — clothes, mirror, scraps. I draw all over the walls in black Sharpie — my thoughts, emotions, whatever needs to come out. Then I crawl back into bed, let it all fester again. The bed used to be where I’d collapse during hangovers, hide in sleep, retreat into baby mode to avoid feelings. This piece is about that retreat and the longing for rest without shame.
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