Rue for Me
Rue for Me
“There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me. We may call it herb of grace o’Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference.”
– Ophelia, Hamlet
Using the story of Ophelia’s drowning in Hamlet as a departure, this show explores the tragedy of ignoring truths birthed from scattershot madness, and the complicated intermingled beauty and sadness of human wants and desires.
Repetition in each of these pieces is as important as it is in my own life as a mother. Daily meaningless tasks, which is the language of loving other people, fill days and hours and can crowd out perceived desires, but also offer comfort, stability, a sense of home and purpose. How I fill my time and construct my days is intertwined with my personal identity, wants, and desires in ways I am not even aware. However, even in my indecisions, the choices made daily form what my life will be. These choices are rarely black and white, and often come with sorrow and sadness. I wanted to make a body of work that responded to loss and grief as sacrosanct to love.
Performance with Hanes Beefy-T t-shirts, blue dye, thumbtacks
Bic ballpoint pen, Sharpie, ink, highlighter on paper
Letters to Odysseus