[Work In Progress]
Sadness is a taste: dry and sharp.
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‘Sadness I Fold’ started in the intimacy of my bedroom. After days of crying, I picked up the tissues that were holding my dried up tears. I began to make a small sculptural piece and hung it from my ceiling. It was an attempt to transform the heaviness of overwhelming feelings of sadness into something light; to find a gesture of beauty within the struggles of my mind.
In moments of depression happiness seems to be unattainable. Then again, once those episodes subside I remain unable to explain why I was so sad in the first place.
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