Location: 7:10 1900', Open Playa
A sculpture that embodies the physical manifestation of shame of not being well, fear of never getting better, and hope that in sharing the experience with others we won't have to sit in the experience alone.
Items that were commodified, and upon being emptied, become landfill fodder, with a goal to repurpose them into art that is beautiful, thought-provoking, and poignant.
Born of a need to express frustration over chronic medical issues. Being unwell/disabled can be a never ending battle we fight alone.
The question persists: Am I better yet? Do all these pills make me better? Is the problem a solvable one?