Story:

I’m a local artist, sometimes international. This is a pendant. Well, you see a pendant, but it’s not a pendant. It’s the entrance to my basement.

Many years ago, I didn’t know if I would have a home. Now, I have one. I didn’t know if I could stay in my home. It’s a bit of a sad story, about narcissism and parenting. So, I have two parents, both narcissists, who told me that I was going to leave the house at the time that they wanted me to. I was packing my suitcase all the time. I felt a bit unsafe all the time. I created a mind palace for carrying every single thing in my mind. I couldn’t embrace my darkness.

My grandmother, the Irish one, gave me this. She told me that I can keep whatever I want inside it, and everything I don’t want other people to see. So, here is my darkness. It’s the entrance to the basement of my mind palace. There were many times I worried, and I still worry, during my performances. At times, I feel a bit vulnerable, just trying to open it or just touching it. It’s kind of a small home for me.

– Athena