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Bye old treehousešŸ”


Bye old treehousešŸ”!Feels special to share a view of the space thatā€™s taken me through such deep isolation. Iā€™ve lived alone for years in different places, though here, Iā€™ve relearnt with new urgencyā€” in the midst of panic, how do we bring our inside views out and keep connected?


Iā€™ve been finding versions of home here for a year and a half. The longest Iā€™ve been in one spot siiiince...2012?!? This isolation station encouraged me to confront where I am and where Iā€™ve been by locking down my options into sitting still in the silence of tough times. I found & carried in 99% of this furniture myself from around Toronto streets, &with paint and care itā€™s all welcomed me into being able to feel settled. Here, Iā€™ve found how to feel safe even when trapped.Iā€™ve felt SO grateful to be here.so I wave bye to this space now with twisting nostalgia, also seeing it as the place where fear grew and isolation became constriction again.



Inside, thereā€™s the hidden behind the walls parts. Hereā€™s my view at the window. Looking out. Remembering to make noise.


The day before the world shut down i had an audition that felt like home. We chatted, we laughed, i felt welcome. I felt THERE. And I felt WITH people. I was asked to try singing as if I was sitting alone at home. 2 months later, I pressed record while I did just thatā€”in the quiet of quarantine. I was terrified about being heard through the wall and being loud in my own space. In those 2 months, I hadnā€™t been with anyone to hear me speak aloud for all that time. And it was still just the beginning.


A year on from these videos at the window, and hereā€™s that shaky isolation voice, finding home in a heard way. Because of YOU. And. Thatā€™s PRETTY MAGICAL. That we can DO that for each other!! Not only can we see together from a distance... but we can even beat the distance of time. Looking with care to let unseen pasts grow with new strength toward the light šŸŒ±ā˜€ļø




(&Please do enjoy the frolicking jig...accompanied by THE MOST solemn face ya ever did see. Just some embodied pandemic energy, in a static race trying to harmonize with myself& catch up to those melody parts i was able to play in the pastšŸ™ƒ



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