In the collaborative performance of "Liminal Loop Garden," curated by the anti-disciplinary artist Ghinwa Yassine, my contributions delved into the nuanced realm of motherhood—a space oscillating between boundless care and personal necessity. This research performance was a gestalt of seven artists' interpretations of absence, addiction, social constructs, and the liminal gaps between self-compartmentalization and collective wholeness.

Within this expansive project, my personal narrative took form through the metaphor of motherhood. Adorned with a costume that bore bubble-like protrusions on my feet and armed with a collection of water-filled balloons, I navigated the dichotomy of attachment and detachment that defines the maternal experience. As the performance unfolded, the balloon I carried was a silent testament to the sacrifices made in the name of maternal devotion. Each step was laden with the inherent tension of motherhood—the instinctual pull to provide care, set against the backdrop of a mother’s own suppressed dreams and aspirations. The movements were a choreographed narrative of attachment and the delicate dance of maintaining one's identity amidst the engulfing tide of parental responsibilities.

This dance of dichotomies, where care and individual needs intersected, portrayed the complex emotional landscape that every mother navigates. The liminal space I occupied was one of transition, embodying the constant flux between nurturing attachment and the desire for personal liberation. The act of carrying the balloon through the performance space mirrored the real-life balancing act of being utterly devoted yet yearning for self-expression.

It was a meditation on the silent strength and vulnerability of motherhood, the fine line between nurturing and self-sacrifice, and the dance between holding close and letting go.

The performance became a canvas for expressing the struggle of returning to one's passion after the transformative hiatus of maternity. The balloons represented the tender, sometimes suffocating, embrace of motherhood. With each step, the potential for rupture loomed, symbolizing the delicate balance a mother maintains. My movements—simultaneously nurturing and yearning for release—echoed the sentiments of many who find themselves caught in the tender loop of caring for another while striving to fulfill their own creative essence.

This act was a dance with spontaneity, guided by prompts yet undefined until the moment of action. The absence of predictability mirrored the unpredictable nature of life transitions. As each performer infused their unique identity into the shared landscape, "Liminal Loop Garden" became a testament to the creative process—unfettered yet structured, individual yet collective, embodying the evils and love, the pain and support, the prisons and pools of our existence.

In this garden of liminality, we explored the confines and freedoms of our personal and social identities, sowing seeds of thought that would bloom into a dialogue with the audience. Here, in this garden, we discovered that the act of leaving, shifting, and processing is not just necessary but inevitable in the search for a space where one can truly exist—in between, yet whole.