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[ 2020 ]
Vertigo
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Polyethylene Sheets, dead shell of a snail & metal wire, branches of clematis
Sowing
Vertigo, 2021: Awakened in the night, I found myself unable to focus, the room spinning relentlessly. For a week, I navigated my home like a ship in a storm, unable to walk, stand, or even lie down without the sensation of being adrift. All of this, caused by a tiny speck of dust in my inner ear. It served as a poignant reminder of our fragility—how swiftly our reality can transform. Much like the phantom symptoms of trauma, persisting long after the threat has passed. Grateful for my restored stability, it feels as if I've reclaimed my life.
Vertigo, 2021: Awakened in the night, I found myself unable to focus, the room spinning relentlessly. For a week, I navigated my home like a ship in a storm, unable to walk, stand, or even lie down without the sensation of being adrift. All of this, caused by a tiny speck of dust in my inner ear. It served as a poignant reminder of our fragility—how swiftly our reality can transform. Much like the phantom symptoms of trauma, persisting long after the threat has passed. Grateful for my restored stability, it feels as if I've reclaimed my life.
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