A coffin, bridge, hidden camera, screen.

A narrow, rickety, wooden bridge leads to a coffin. Viewers walk up a plank of wood to the casket’s door. Once the viewer is enclosed inside the coffin, he/she comes face to face with their own path. A hidden camera capturing any individual traveling up the bridge and ultimately disappearing inside the coffin- is played live (with a 15 second delay) inside the coffin’s shut door. The viewer finds her/himself watching their own symbolic death in a claustrophobic setting where they can not turn their head and merely look away.
This piece is dedicated to my stepmother who passed away after fighting cancer for over a year.

By coincidence the opening of the exhibition was on her first birthday after her death.