There was a humored irony, in having to make the gut wrenching decision to leave my work behind. While in Estonia, I became newly enraptured by performance and installation art. In this capitalist world, I wanted to be surrounded by feelings and concepts and ideas. I wanted to share and receive life changing memories. Not physical objects. For this residency to end in a performance witnessed only by me and shared with my sweet partner who held space for my tears, was a cruel and romantic trick. A full circle moment… two generations later. Leaving a piece of me behind, but pieces that will be forgotten in the beautiful way only surrender can deliver.
This was a stunning personal essay! I'm sorry that vessel couldn't make it home with you, but sounds like it made it to the home it was meaning to go to.
Thank you!! This piece is the only way I have to share the work and it makes me so happy finally be able to do that. I agree that it’s where it belongs. I wonder if it is still there.
This is a beautiful and moving essay. I can only imagine the power and impact of leaving the vessel behind, and I'm so thankful you shared it with us.
This was a stunning personal essay! I'm sorry that vessel couldn't make it home with you, but sounds like it made it to the home it was meaning to go to.
Thank you!! This piece is the only way I have to share the work and it makes me so happy finally be able to do that. I agree that it’s where it belongs. I wonder if it is still there.
Thank you for sharing the experience with me 🤍