I want to tell you about my experience exhibiting a piece of art (if we can call it that) haha.
I don't consider myself an artist, or at least not the kind of artist who creates works of art. I like to play around and try things, sometimes it works out well and sometimes not so much.
Two years ago, I was involved in a beautiful project that a dancer friend invited me to join. It was a research project that dealt with memory and the violence of that artistic process. We went through different stages, where we were able to investigate our family archives and memories and connect from our vulnerability.
From there came this map, a floor plan of a home, my childhood home. Each room speaks and represents something very profound to me. Seeing it there, assembled, filled me with emotion. I never expected this.
I would have liked it to be a little more interactive, perhaps, but I was very satisfied with the result. I hope you can appreciate it as much as I do.
