comforter, a bed, a lamp, a rug, glasses, inkjet prints, enamel paint, a glass have full, thread
Following my move to a new city, the absence of intimate acquaintances was palpable. As a reflection of and meditation on my newfound solitude, I embroidered a comforter while occupying the space of a bed over the course of a year. The process of needle repeatedly piercing fabric, a task long associated with women and the domestic space, is both violent and healing. Stitching the seemingly self assured phrase, “I am alright sleeping alone,” combined with the stenciled yellow wallpaper, a color linked to increasing appetite, became a personal exploration of comfort and desire.