Patiently practicing pacing

What remains of me?

Slowing down and letting go, the moment when a period of aimless circling finally, gradually, comes to an end. Still dizzy and disoriented, balancing, transforming, and constantly changing, but into who… What remains of me? As the music fades, reality settles in and the uneasy process of acceptance begins.

The music box is a cherished remnant from my childhood, salvaged from a half-decayed cloth doll. I sawed the porcelain peacock head from a figurine I found in a thrift store. The snail shell was left behind in my garden. All precious metal parts are handcrafted. Small magnets connect the snail shell and the base.