If we could choose the time and place of our deaths, would it be easier?
Project Archive
Don’t Look!
What are we ignoring? What are we avoiding? What do we refuse to see?
Lifting my own blinders to examine my contribution to climate collapse, by assessing my carbon footprint.
Apotheosis/Journey to the Inmost Cave: Waiting for Sunrise
Waiting for Sunrise, in silence, from sunset at 5:04 pm on Friday to sunrise at 7:48 am on Saturday - fourteen hours and forty-four minutes.
Under the Floor
For six hours I lay under the floor and read aloud the book 'The Borrowers,' which could only be heard by lying on the floor of the library and listening through a vent.
Crossing Water (carrying vegetables)
Walking across the tundra, negotiating the waterways, carrying an armful of vegetables for soup.
Crossing Water (ringing bells)
Crossing a damaged landscape on a boardwalk from the harbor, ringing a bell at evidence of human presence.
Lost
Darkness: the sound of water dripping, rocks abruptly falling, the ringing of bells, moving lights, a figure disappearing into black, the smell of seaweed. Lost.
Fall
Staring up into a very old and tall Indian fig tree, we waited for the leaves to fall, trying to catch them in mid-air. I sewed together the leaves that we had captured.
100 Ways to Consider Time
Performing daily, for six hours each day, for 100 consecutive days from November 9, 2015, to February 19, 2016. Each day was a different performance about time.
Spring Arrives So Slowly
A six-hour walk along a railroad track in a public park.