Friedle De Meyere, About Living In Your Bathroom
While revisiting the tears of a drunk girl in the bathroom, captured by a dissociative state of existing, I wonder why all my greatest emotions manifest themselves in between the sink and the shower. Used to the performative state of life, I hesitated at the edge of friends, family, and strangers’ bathroom doors. As if the drainage were to consume me and show me where everyone’s secret messages laid to rest. It felt like I could look behind a mask into a liminal space created by them. Maybe one could say it felt a bit like coming home.