in the role of home
video performance, 2021
It was a hole opened up in the storm, the house that was just being built.
It invited me through all its openings to give it an earthly life.
Everything I knew was in a house once, I moved it there. The little teddy bear of the past, the books with new pages to read, my mother's clothes, myself, the carpet that is floor of everything, and the paper and pen that will create everything that does not exist. Our lives flashed before our eyes in a cheerful coffee chat. A coffee would be remembered for 40 years, say our elders. We have not forgotten the strong wind that tried to displace…