The project is nearly wrapped up, and I might do a few touch-ups tomorrow if I feel they’re necessary. The piece I’m working on is called “UnBedded.” There were several aspects of it that caught my attention, but the most significant is how relatable it feels.
You know that feeling when worry hits you like a charging horse, knocking you out of bed? It’s as if the bed itself doesn’t want you there. Your dreams can come tumbling down from the lofty cloud you placed them on so effortlessly. Life can flip completely when unexpected things occur.
I recall this exhibition about kids with autism. It got me thinking about how sitting still can be a real struggle for them. This bed has a similar vibe – it’s oddly uncomfortable, without a clear reason.
As I was prepping for assembly yesterday, a flood of memories rushed back. My own life hit me hard like it had fallen from the sky and crushed into pieces by the unforgiving pavement of reality. But then again, I can’t really grumble when I think about my friends who are presently in danger hiding from the glass splinters or all those people who lost everything.
This project is like my refuge, where my thoughts run free. It’s interesting though – instead of granting me serene dreams, this bed seems to mess with me, causing me to tumble and then slowly descending upon me…