open the door.
(Sine Nomine)
Kayla Anderson writes: “In my mind, she was preparing for flight. The wall was her horizon, a launching pad into the unknown, which for her was the only location of freedom. To broaden one’s horizons means to exceed the limits of one’s prescribed plight. While her moment of escape might be fleeting, her flight would be eternal.
The story was printed as one long horizontal line, the pages placed along a window ledge, beyond which the sun was starting to set.
The setting sun is sometimes used as a metaphor for the end of an empire. It signals a final, inevitable, collapse. I have been waiting so long for this sun to set. Since before I was born. When I see your horizon, I close my eyes and I tell myself that it is near. It is so near.
But before then (as we saw that day) there will be many fires. I pray that their intensity will call down the sun.
When it does, remember that the sun loves you.”
(Part 2) At the close of the exhibition, I placed an IV bag with medicinal fluid inside of an exposed cavity that connected to a concealed cave of stormwater below the floorboards. I set the IV to release a drip every 9 seconds, creating a pulse, a rhythm in the space. A small group gathered around as the sound punctuated, and while I lit candles, reading excerpts from the book No Death, No Fear. I led a series of ritual practices with participants: a grasping ritual, a flower release ritual, and a bell ceremony to address feelings of fear, grief, loss, and renewal. These practices were created specifically for the individual and collective needs of the participants, some examples being: the death of family members, destructive weather events (Hurricane Maria and Puebla earthquake), and the closing of the gallery.