Dead plants. Messy bed. Garbage. Laundry. Half red books. Joint clips. Audio as hyperbole for isolation. Intrusive thoughts.
Sartre says “one only finds form when seen by someone else”
A little bird landed in my hands and I walked with it for 15 minutes. I sat in the bathtub as a place of comfort or safety, with my boots laced, I watched the light dance through the small window. From the bathtub, everything seemed less daunting than it did from the wood floor. I cleaned the bathroom, I went walking around the city, I took the trash out, I swept the corners, and I poured a glass of water. I don’t know what to do with myself I feel trapped here like I can’t breathe the air. it's thick and bothersome. I hide in the bathtub and let the water wash away what I'm ashamed of.
I created this show ‘intimacy’ for the sake of connection, which I've felt has been harder for me to authentically do since becoming an independent adult with a chronic illness. Its been hard on all of us since the start of the pandemic. How do I get closer to you? I bring you closer to me, where your ideas come to life in my safe space: my bathroom. Intimacy is allowing the right one in.
