Reverence

Agar-based bioplastic, embroidery thread, baby’s-breath, ribbon

4’ x 1.5’ x 1’

2024

I am not the same person I was a year ago. I am not the same person I was a month ago. I am not even the same person I was a couple of days ago. I am facing experiences that are changing the fabric of my very being. Every time is a death of self.

I am in mourning - mourning others, but also mourning myself. I want to return to those versions of myself, I want to be the person I was before all of these terrible times. But I know that no good comes from clinging to ill-fitting skins. Instead, I will lay them to rest. Every time becomes a rebirth. 

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