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College
College of Visual and Performing Arts
Department
Fine Arts
Abstract
I have a fear that I will never find love. This is a fear that has stuck with me, sitting in the back of my mind, for a number of years. I have heard people offer a mix of “you’ll find someone eventually” and “you don’t need anyone else to be happy, you can be happy on your own!” The fear always builds back up. It’s a mix of wanting to share classically romantic experiences with someone, and at the same time, equating my lack of a partner to my self-worth. This piece is a large-scale skeleton made from steel scraps. The figure is crawling on a coffee table held up by a pile of ceramic bones that are being broken under his weight. He is crawling across the table to offer his guest another cup of tea as if begging them to stay longer. The spinal cord of the figure is made of human hair, bound by string. This element represents the tradition of keeping locks of hair of loved ones after their passing. This piece reveals a genuine fear that I will die alone. Death on its own is scary, but I do not like thinking about how I might never be loved. I understand that my self-worth is not measured by whether or not I have a partner. My intentions in regards to relationships are a concern of mine, but I tend to overthink my own feelings. It’s something I’m working on.
Start Date
15-4-2022 12:00 PM
Some Things Just Aren't Meant for You
I have a fear that I will never find love. This is a fear that has stuck with me, sitting in the back of my mind, for a number of years. I have heard people offer a mix of “you’ll find someone eventually” and “you don’t need anyone else to be happy, you can be happy on your own!” The fear always builds back up. It’s a mix of wanting to share classically romantic experiences with someone, and at the same time, equating my lack of a partner to my self-worth. This piece is a large-scale skeleton made from steel scraps. The figure is crawling on a coffee table held up by a pile of ceramic bones that are being broken under his weight. He is crawling across the table to offer his guest another cup of tea as if begging them to stay longer. The spinal cord of the figure is made of human hair, bound by string. This element represents the tradition of keeping locks of hair of loved ones after their passing. This piece reveals a genuine fear that I will die alone. Death on its own is scary, but I do not like thinking about how I might never be loved. I understand that my self-worth is not measured by whether or not I have a partner. My intentions in regards to relationships are a concern of mine, but I tend to overthink my own feelings. It’s something I’m working on.
