Art is my fate. I marry. I learn to unlearn what doesn’t serve me. My mother sees death as a victory for the Nazis, so I guide her peacefully. I grieve. My cocoon is almost fully built.

“The apartment is in total darkness. I have covered all the windows and doors so that no light can penetrate the apartment. The first five feet are lined with foam rubber and have walls bisecting the two sides with panels of three-inch-thick foam rubber. Each of these panels has a large X cut into them. When cut foam comes in contact with fabric it reacts like a massive suction cup. People are heaving themselves through the foam panels, at times completely suspended. When they get to a point along the second corridor, they trigger an eye beam that triggers a photographic strobe light. The light ripples across the sheet plastic that serves as a ceiling. They are finally met by a female figure with multiple sets of arms, beckoning to them. I have no idea what the experience will be for the participants, who are Gary and his students. Each person comes out with a similar story, I am shocked as every person says the same thing, ‘Oh wow, it was like going through the birth canal.’”

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