Photo by Skylar Watkins
Image description: This is a polaroid picture. It is blurry and dark with a blue tint. There are 3 of me, all looking different directions.
Project Statement
Hi, I’m Teagan. I think I’m having an identity crisis… So I am exploring the depths of Teagan. The multiples of her, the personalities, the traits, the looks, the thoughts. I am having conversations with the various Teagans that exist inside of me— asking her, pestering her, bickering, laughing, talking with her. This is a series of vignettes with myself as the subject. These vignettes explore themes of grief, anxiety, depression, joy, habit, family, and self perception.
It is through practices of meditation, repetition and routine, and playlist building that I have located these themes and built portals and portraits. I am a portal myself. I am a portal to the sun, to the earth. There is a level of improvisation or natural reaction to each vignette, as the act of creating them is a practice itself. I am moved by items that once belonged to me and items that never have. Things owned by loved ones that I have never seen. Viewers can choose to watch all, some, or none of them.
Before exploring…
I invite you to make a choice. Here is a Spotify link. All content below is soundless. You may keep it that way, shuffle the playlist while you watch, become the director and deliberately pair songs with content, or anything else that feels right to you. This playlist belongs to all now. Do as you please.
Click here
Photo by Skylar Watkins
Background description: It is dark on the beach and there is a green tint. I am seen wearing black tights, black boots and a red leather coat. I am running from a wave crashing on the shore.
A Portrait of…
He said something about the skeleton dancing.
Curve of the skull, there is something rattling around up there.
Sounds like loose change.
Probably all of the pennies the skeleton hand picked up.
Can bones feel when something is cold?
Maybe I do have a cold skeleton.
I wonder how I can fix that.
The skeleton looks like one thing,
I think my skeleton is speaking louder.
Sorry skeleton.
i’m begging you, please don’t let go.
It burns in my nostrils and it scratches the bottoms of my feet. Slight agony.
A release
A practice of grief
A practice of empathy
A practice of joy
A practice of pain
A practice of loss
A practice of anger
A practice of loneliness
A practice of…
A practice
Inspired by Haley Knieriem
a line for the bathroom
Content warning: Flashing lights
I think my feet feel like they are glued to the floor,
Can you help me?
I might be on my own again,
It’s okay, don’t worry about it.
reacquainted
It’s like I’ve known you my whole life.
But maybe I don’t know the first thing about you.
Is this good for your ego?
Have we met before?
Image by James Izlar
We are both good listeners
This is a conversation I’m too afraid to have with myself.
You understand that, don’t you?
I totally see where you are coming from.
Oh my gosh, I do remember that. It was so funny.
No no, it was in Hannah’s backyard. Not ours.
Ahh. Good times, good times.
So long, until we meet again.
I will love you forever.