Grieving in Colours
Glazed ceramics sculptures, 2024
Where does grief reside in the body? Is pain a seed that sprouts in turmoil, or is it imposed on the body, saturating it with grief?
I am myself. I am my collective body. And my collective body is gradually and violently being killed.
I open my eyes, I close my eyes, and the grieve keeps getting more incomprehensible.
How can the collective pain feel THIS personal?
They say that grief comes in stages, beginning with shock and ending with acceptance. They say these stages vibrate in the body with light and color. My grief is going through all the stages at once, compact, dense, and suffocating. White taken over by red, red taken over by gray, gray taken over by yellow, yellow taken over by green, green taken over by all the colors.
And I cannot stop grieving in sourness.
I am myself. I am my collective body. And my collective body is gradually and violently being killed.
I open my eyes, I close my eyes, and the grieve keeps getting more incomprehensible.
How can the collective pain feel THIS personal?
They say that grief comes in stages, beginning with shock and ending with acceptance. They say these stages vibrate in the body with light and color. My grief is going through all the stages at once, compact, dense, and suffocating. White taken over by red, red taken over by gray, gray taken over by yellow, yellow taken over by green, green taken over by all the colors.
And I cannot stop grieving in sourness.