It's just around the corner, something is coming, yet it already happened.
Apocalypse.
The longest day.
When your heart beats so hard and fast that it dismantles your body, or when you lose the feeling of it altogether.
The density of living.
Slipping past your skin, hair on end
...thick. stuck. Like a tar you can't wipe off.
The weight of being alone.
Light. Bubbling up to the surface.
The outline of people.
Love that shows up, and stays.
People matter.
Endings matter, but goodbyes choose you.
Beginnings happen.
(SOUL)stice.
That damn snake.
I wanted to keep my skin.
xx Molly
I am interested (and invested) in people. Due to the nature of this way of working – which requires time, commitment, and depth (and a significant amount of emotional availability) – I have shifted my focus over the last year to work with a particular group of artists (who are currently living all over the world). This group of five performers, two musicians, a scenic designer, and a print maker, has been a part of my work for many years and they are equally invested in building work with me. My body of work over the last year, and now the name of the collective, is Heartland.
