Leaves Some Kind Of Residue
Standing naked on a mirror with eyes closed, fragments of memory spill outward: maternal warnings about the world, glimpses of lived experience, and imagined thoughts of the audience cascading from the mouth without sight to anchor them. The body becomes a vessel of hypervigilance, locating exits, reading perimeters, anticipating threat. Fear emerges not as abstraction, but as learned vigilance shaped through moving within a world structured by humanity, and more specifically, by men.
The work considers the female body as object, lived experience, and somatic witness to generational histories. Immersed in vulnerability, it seeks truths that can only emerge through direct experience, unfolding as a reclamation enacted through a self-initiated rite of passage.
First appearing as a vision six years ago, the piece marked the beginning of a long process of becoming. What once felt impossible gradually transformed through continual arrival, a turning over into something increasingly unknowable, mysterious, and beyond what the mind could have conceived.