Eternity’s Vast Pocket, Picked–
The title is borrowed from an Emily Dickinson poem, a series of metaphors describing an emptiness. I was drawn to this poem in the summer when my dentist discovered a hollow space around the root of a tooth that had died after I fell down the stairs as a child. This hidden emptiness—something I couldn’t feel or see—became an obsession. A root canal was necessary, and in the weeks leading up to it, I began to see this “dead tooth” and its void reflected in everything around me.
This performance became a vessel for my obsession, unfolding as an expanded cinema piece. It combines live visuals, a camera exploring a vase inscribed with the word 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, and snapshots of my neighborhood’s sidewalk reconstruction. From my resale shop photo archive, I draw images of objects adorned with phrases that evoke the heritage of a country overwhelmed by its own production and the ideologies that sustain it. Unsold items are collected by a recycling truck bearing an image of Frankenstein’s monster, taped to its interior wall overlooking the weekly spoils.
These visual and textual elements are blended with spoken language, live feedback loops, sonified objects, and the shimmering resonance of tinfoil, scored live by Steph Patsula.
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