The Cripping Cultural Work residency at Showroom MaMA (Rotterdam) is past halfway and ends this year. We opened the space on the 11th; I’m showing work made these past months. Mid-residency, it gathers small growths, stray thoughts, and swings between rage and tenderness. I live parallel lives: needing care, giving care, working, applying. Here I try to dissolve that split, to come out as sick, and treat CV gaps as work, practice, resistance. Not to be defined by them, but to let them in and learn crip time.
I wanted to try how sound can be felt next to heard, so I built an armchair as a sensory object for embodied listening: narration travels through the body via bone conduction and other transducers.
Behind it, a textile fort stitched from common Bulgarian embroideries passed down in my family. Perfect domestic scenes with no mess, illness, or care work. Like a CV. I add my own embroidery at the pace of crip time, threading in what’s missing: gaps, breakdowns, stops and starts.
My son calls our forts “places to go and cry.” This one isn’t spectacle. It’s an architecture of care, a space to pause and refuse the usual tempo. Made for children, a space owned by them in the gallery; adults are welcome too.
If in Rotterdam, pass by MaMA
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