Navigating Autoimmunity, GAD & PTSD A series of images, and poems interrogating varying states of anxiety, a number of which are produced while in the midst of panic. Testing Anxiety: Playing Peek-A-Boo With Panic Testing Anxiety: Playing Peek-A-Boo With Panic 2018 Testing Agoraphobia: Playing Peek-A-Boo With Panic Testing Agoraphobia: Playing Peek-A-Boo With Panic 2018 Testing Agoraphobia: Closed Curtains & Blinds Testing Agoraphobia: Closed Curtains & Blinds 2017 Testing Anxiety: Overwhelmed Testing Anxiety: Overwhelmed 2011 Panic Poem no1 today, heartbeats thud erratically as sweat collects under my breasts absorbed by the threads of my cotton dress my cotton dress which is now moistly clinging to my corpse my gut is a cavern a hollow cave of steam collecting and dripping down shards of salty stalagmites and stalactites i forget to inhale i will go blind if i don't breathe, the doctors say so i force a shuddering breath and try to relax my chest Panic Poem no1 2018 Excerpts from Anxiety Book Anxiety Book 2016 Yellow Laughter Yellow laughter Mourning does not end. It does not leave or dissipate. It quiets. Lurks. Hides. Allows me to progress through the process of living. Slowly walking through the aisles, contemplating fancy soaps. Strangling my vocal chords through tragic karaoke. Loving, and creating secret languages with other people. Mourning is like a dress I never wear, tucked in the back of the closet. She creeps back for the occasional cuddle session. Wraps her arms around me, and tightly squeezes. A decade later, a scent or a word read or a song or a scene in a film - suddenly my chest burns and it takes my breath away. In a moment, I have a joke to tell you. Only you will laugh at this joke. You are still alive, and I need to say these words, and to hear you laugh at my words. I am impelled to tell you, but feel like speaking aloud will give me the sensation of tumbling off the edge of a cliff. I have recently come across the French term "yellow laughter." The anxious laughter that erupts when we are supposed to be crying, what therapists often refer to as an "inappropriate affect." I erupted into yellow laughter when you died. Hysterical, snot-covered, bilious, gagging, insufferably rude laughter. Unawares, I was helped onto a stranger's bed, tucked in and left to ride the yellow laughing roller coaster, until I passed out. Yellow Laughter 2017 ACTIONS & RITUALS Can of Fizzy Water If you are bored or kind of blue, open a can of fizzy water and rest your ear against it. This works particularly well with an adoring feline purring in your lap. Can Of Fizzy Water 2018 BATHING RITUALS I Drew A Bath I Drew A Bath ink, paint and sellotape on paper 2012 I Drew A Bath I drew a bath Then a thought towels, soap, sponge, loofah, bath wwhhiissttlliinngg ssooffttllyy for a few moments in the light then a little hiss of indrawn breath. I Drew A Bath 2012 Bath Feelings 2018 Astral Bathwater 2015 Astral Bathwater 2015 Water Witching Water Witching 2017 INTERIOR & EXTERIOR I mean: I: & the not I: & the outer & the inner I mean: I: & the not I: & the outer & the inner 2017
"It struck me tho’ that I have now reached a further stage in my writers advance. I see that there are 4? Dimensions; all to be produced; in human life; & that leads to a far richer grouping & proportion: I mean: I: & the not I: & the outer & the inner — no I’m too tired to say: but I see it: & this will affect my book..." -Excerpted from a diary entry of Virginia Woolf. It Shoots Out Of One Everything Shaped It Shoots Out Of One Everything Shaped 2017 "Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does." -Virginia Woolf, Nigel Nicolson (1979). “The Letters of Virginia Woolf: 1929-1931”, Harcourt on Demand A GAME OF HIDE & SEEK The artist was prompted by an old book she found in a 25 cent bin, A GAME OF HIDE-AND-SEEK, by Elizabeth Taylor. Inspired by the setting and decorations of a century-old cabin by the sea, coinciding with the calendar anniversary of Virginia Woolf's death, the artist created cut-and-paste commentary and poems, placing these fragments and phrases from the book unobtrusively amidst the cabin's decor and domestic objects. Little text surprises, playing a game of hide-and-seek. A Game of Hide & Seek 2018 "A GAME OF HIDE-AND-SEEK You look like a woman of uneasy virtue" Anxieties Mingled With Her Delight 2017 She Belonged To Other People 2018 "As soon as she was dressed, she belonged to other people. He was the quaint little monkey" Love Is Not Difficult 2017 "Love is not difficult." "You would!" Hand Drooping To The Floor 2017 "Hand drooping to the floor." A Game Devised From Shyness & Uncertainty
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A Game Devised From Shyness & Uncertainty 2017 A Game Devised From Shyness & Uncertainty She wondered why she continued the game, which had become, for her, so why she continued the game, which had become, for her, so unexciting. She game, which had become, for her, so unexciting. She imagined a guilty but simple so unexciting. She imagined a guilty but simple intimacy up there in a guilty but simple intimacy up there in the loft; her childish mind intimacy up there in the loft; her childish mind could not envisage the the loft; her childish mind could not envisage the confusions of shyness, could not envisage the confusions of shyness, pride, self-consciousness, fear of shyness, pride, self-consciousness, fear of rebuff or misunderstanding, which fear of rebuff or misunderstanding, which between childhood and understanding, which between childhood and maturity cloud and complicate and maturity cloud and complicate that once so simply-imagined and complicate that one so simply-imagined act. was a game devised from simply-imagined act. was a game devised from shyness and uncertainty. Neither devised from shyness and uncertainty. Neither dared and uncertainty. Neither dared they played the game they played the game for the children; they Transcription of original text: "She wondered why she continued the game, which had become, for her, so unexciting. She imagined a guilty but simple intimacy up there in the loft; her childish mind could not envisage the confusions of shyness, pride, self-consciousness, fear of rebuff or misunderstanding, which between childhood and maturity cloud and complicate that one so simply-imagined act. was a game devised from shyness and uncertainty. Neither dared they played the game for the children; they" You Look Like A Woman Of Uneasy Virtue 2017 "You look like a woman of uneasy virtue." Nothing To Wear 2017 "I am doing away with myself But I have nothing to wear." Love Alone 2017 "A house is made of brick and stone but a home is made of love alone." Love Alone 2017 "When they had established their lack of interest in being together, they became silent." The Trees 2017 "If only they still were not allowed!" "Plunging through dead leaves, they were obliged to walk in single file, twigs snapped under their feet, briars tripped them. The trees seemed to march away from her into darkness. Cool and vast, the wood seemed a whole world; the light was aqueous." "Both wanted to sit down in the shade at the edge of the woods: neither would suggest it." Appalled Tenderness
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Appalled Tenderness 2017 "appalled tenderness. Another day is another world. The difference between foreign countries is never so great as the difference between night world. The difference between so great as the difference between night and day. Not only are the landscape and the light changed. and day. Not only are the landscape and the light changed, but people are different, and the light changed, but people are different, relationships which the night before people are different, relationships which the night before, had progressed at a sudden pace, which the night before, had progressed at a sudden pace, appear to be back where they had progressed at a sudden pace, appear to be back where they were. Some hopes pace, appear to be back where they were. Some hopes are renewed, but others where they were. Some hopes are renewed, but others dwindle: the hopes are renewed, but others dwindle: the state of the world looks rosier others dwindle: the state of the world looks rosier and death further off the world looks rosier and death further off further off peacefully asleep. peacefully asleep."
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"Appalled Tenderness. Another day is another world. The difference between foreign countries is never so great as the difference between night and day. Not only are the landscapes and the light changed, but people are different, relationships which the night before had progressed at a sudden pace, appear to be back where they were. Some hopes are renewed, but others dwindle: the state of the world looks rosier and death further off. Peacefully asleep." Timid Glance 2017 "timid glance above the rim of the cup - and smiled She sat at the table, her elbows among the glasses, her chin on her hands. Her sleeves fell away from her plumpish arms" Jauntiness He Did Not Feel 2017 "Full of a jauntiness he did not feel, he went downstairs this morning to meet her. He had not held the branch quite long enough Her silky brown hair was tucked back with childish artlessness behind her ears, her face was innocent of"
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